Count Dracula was terrifying until the seventies
When Sesame Street and Jim Henson turned him into a puppet
Gave him an intense love for math
And made him cuddly and adorable
Now when I hear Count Dracula I no longer think of Boris Karloff
Or Vincent Price or Alfred Hitchcock or the Twilight Zone
I think of math, which is not my favorite subject,
But I am no longer terrified or afraid in any way.
WASH the moon ----> bring some soap
between dirty words might have been born
unlike fetus' now dead
How about Boris Karloff:
makeup for monster actor acting
so funny i died crying life
How fruit flies like bananas
weeping finding out how
my grandfather clock is
so full of bugs - buzz me out
she has many roses inside
the sad mausoleum of
i ate a candy bar called
coochy cooh and had a beer
oh hell holding a mug so cold
she got chills holding it
a freezer!
a hug a smile
a smug denial
a bit pale
a Plath in the oven
can we ever recover?
over drive like a smile.
:: 03.24.2022 ::
We worked together
in the airless cubicle gulag
on the surface of the moon
during the last ice age
Diligently scurrying under
the bright artificial lights
composing odes to poverty
with great purpose and poise
Dodging the executive ghouls
who skulked the narrow halls
Lon Chaney and Boris Karloff
howling as the villagers fled
But there he would be
in a state of perpetual calm
absorbing the vortex of chaos
a tall black-skinned Buddha
Always the one to rise above
the daily details and deviations
always keeping his balance
even with one foot in the air
An open and private man
I never got to know well
some glimpses and peeks
but the film never developed
Filled with a sly dry humor
engaged to illuminate not shame
the spark in his dark pupils
came from a clarity of heart
His was a living credo of resolve
of stepping back not rushing forward
an involved evolving philosophy
in quiet and thoughtful motion
I will miss him
I will think of him
whenever I take a leap
and am not sure where to land
"You got a memory for faces, sugar?" How she stares!
"I think so, yes." Her smile splits like the crack of doom.
Peroxide pales her improbable pile. That beehive hair's
like something Boris Karloff might exhume.
"That's kinda fortunate, y'see, becuz there's
no freakin' mirror in your room."
a big helping of kettle corn
a good classic movie starring spencer tracy
money left over from all bills paid....for once
no cares in the world....for now
monday nowhere in sight....at least not yet
a good woman still holding me down
me rubbing her back as we react to said spencer tracy movie
somewhere along the way katharine hepburn shows up
a two horror flicks with boris karloff and bela lugosi respectively are coming on next
we feel as if we are in heaven...the big helping of kettle corn is all almost gone....
....heaven help our stomachs later on....
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