Eddie G

Eddie G

A lisp

a whispered hiss

With a gristle hustle

and a deathly shuffle

you wind your way

back home

There’s a twist

and a freakish glow

in a freak show

the decaying beat

of a drum

hiss

a whispered kiss

of a driveling fool

your hunting days

are done

this

flayed lantern skins

bones used as tools

a soup bowl

not a soup bowl but

a human skull
© Kait King, 2015

knuckle-bite-fright

knucklebite fright

warped, crippled twisted and blackened

my monsters will be set free

decrepit, decayed, barren of soul

sit here or there and all will see

Damaged, Dangerous, Dark and Fright

my monsters travel day or night

bad dreams,

bad thoughts,

dark, gnarled,

knuckle-bite-fright

not all is as it seems….
© Kait King, 2015