Silver Bullets
i believe in silver bullets
as the way to kill a werewolf
because i believe silver
shaped like a bullet
etched with a cross
loaded in the hunter’s gun
fires tangible hope
against real fear
if one squeeze
of one trigger
may release a light
much brighter than when the moon’s full face
shines on the vain hunter’s path
otherwise empty
he visits it tonight as he stalks his prey
with his one silver bullet
i believe in silver bullets
a silver bullet yes without a doubt in mind
but werewolves?
werewolves don’t exist
Easter Poem
I died on a Friday
In our house
In our lounge
On a bed
That they brought me to comfort my passing
You stayed with my body all night
And you called the next day
For them to come
With their van to take my body
They came almost right away
Sunday is today
And without my body
They have taken your love away
Taken your love
And you don’t know where I am
But I am here
Standing beside you
Whispering your name
As only I know how
Whispering my presence to you
And I know your name
Because I learned your name
Under one blanket
Over one lifetime
That has belonged to us
And I know your name
As a secret we share
In our own language
Written aloud
In words we invented
And I know your name
Because it is my name
Written in your hand
In the same calligraphy I used
To scrawl myself in you
And I know your name
Sculpted from my breath
Blood’s secret ingredient
Your name is all I know to say
Because it is the shape of my mouth
So I must whisper your name
Because I know your name
And you know mine
And though you cannot hold me
I am here
Downhill
The best thing I’ve found
About the world being round
Is that it’s always downhill
For an optimist.
i believe in silver bullets
as the way to kill a werewolf
because i believe silver
shaped like a bullet
etched with a cross
loaded in the hunter’s gun
fires tangible hope
against real fear
if one squeeze
of one trigger
may release a light
much brighter than when the moon’s full face
shines on the vain hunter’s path
otherwise empty
he visits it tonight as he stalks his prey
with his one silver bullet
i believe in silver bullets
a silver bullet yes without a doubt in mind
but werewolves?
werewolves don’t exist
Easter Poem
I died on a Friday
In our house
In our lounge
On a bed
That they brought me to comfort my passing
You stayed with my body all night
And you called the next day
For them to come
With their van to take my body
They came almost right away
Sunday is today
And without my body
They have taken your love away
Taken your love
And you don’t know where I am
But I am here
Standing beside you
Whispering your name
As only I know how
Whispering my presence to you
And I know your name
Because I learned your name
Under one blanket
Over one lifetime
That has belonged to us
And I know your name
As a secret we share
In our own language
Written aloud
In words we invented
And I know your name
Because it is my name
Written in your hand
In the same calligraphy I used
To scrawl myself in you
And I know your name
Sculpted from my breath
Blood’s secret ingredient
Your name is all I know to say
Because it is the shape of my mouth
So I must whisper your name
Because I know your name
And you know mine
And though you cannot hold me
I am here
Downhill
The best thing I’ve found
About the world being round
Is that it’s always downhill
For an optimist.