Her dress unraveled
Falling slowly, suddenly,
clothed now only in a grin
to mirror my own.
Circling, ever circling
around and around
eyes shaded to what is, what was,
what might be. When all
we needed do was to stop and leave
this fun house to truly see , and never
buy a ticket again.
Oh fat cat, where
did that last cookie go?
Do you suppose
it went down
that big mouse trap of a mouth?
I’m thinking so.
Kill your shadow
before it kills you.
Your shadow doesn’t lead.
You lead you.
I knew the moment I spied you
that the devil lived behind those blues.
How long ago did you trap him, for
I see he’s itching to play.
It’s clear from our encounter,
your a girl who can handle her boomstick
when it goes off with a kick.
Your grip on the gun is tight but loose as
silver bullets fill it, along with a gleam.
You smile that smile that I could die for as the
full moon rises, and
the day descends to glorious night.
My hand takes yours as we roam
the dank castle far beneath in the catacombs.
I’ll take the hammer, you take the stake
as we take out a vampire or two on our first date.
When other monster’s wish to interlude upon
our first kiss your casual air and
sadistic flair with an axe
cannot be denied as the crimson droplets fly
in the midnight air….Oh, I think I’m in love!
Let’s not dawdle, let’s not hesitate in our fate.
For we have a rendezvous, me and you, and it involves
Frankenstein and the Wolfman’s heads
on a plate.
by Philip Wardlow
I don’t feel bad for stealing that piece of pizza pie.
Look me in my eye!
I’m a rat can’t you see,
a rat through and through.
You knew from my whip like tail,
to my twitchy whisker face, and my little ears
which danced to and fro
that I was up to no good
as I ambled up on ya, you knew, oh you knew
that pie was already
gonna be took!
Well why the hell not?
I’m a rat!
by Philip Wardlow 2016