Sunday, October 21, 2012

Zombies of Wisconsin (haiku)

East Side Zombie
Buy brains from co-op,
Eat raw for added enzymes,
Juice leftover parts.

West Side Zombie
Lightly sauté brains,
Garnish with fresh cracked pepper,
Pair with a Chablis.

UW-Madison Zombie

Jack and coke and blood,
Fingers taste like pokey sticks,
Dude, I'm so wasted.

Up North Zombie
Take brains from freezer,
Thaw and add to your hot dish,
Lotsa cheese. Go Pack.

 

Saturday, October 20, 2012



Take a look at this guy-
All undead.
Lumbering along,
Unfortunate decomposing features,
Flesh stuck in his teeth
Terrible breath,
No real friends to speak of.
I know he's trying so hard to terrify me,
But honestly-
I pity the ghoul.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

That Christmas Glow




Time to light the tree!
Tangled strings of g.d. lights-
Guess I'll use fire.

Monday, December 12, 2011

The Sybil of the Blogosphere

I am experiencing some sort of digital identity crisis, which has resulted in another blog. If you are interested in following what I ingest (and who wouldn't be?), please find me as Anne Spectator here. Poems and random thoughts will stay right here.

Catch you on the flip side.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thanksgiving Haiku

Cornucopia-

Full of squash, gourds, and the like.

No one eats that shit.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Working Mom

Working Mom

It'll be another night at home -
Alone.
Tonight -
Just like all the other nights,
She hurries down the stairs,
In her usual black outfit,
Her face covered in makeup.
Pulling on her favorite black leather boots,
She lightly kisses the top of my head and says
"Sorry babe - I gotta fly."

She's gone to do her "work."
She's left dinner on the stove,
An unknown concoction boiling in a large pot.
It smells foul.
My mood is foul.

Where does she go every night?
So late?
For so long?
Who does she see?
What do they do?
And why does she have to dress like that?

The kids at school tease about her work.
They don't understand -
How hard it is,
How embarrassing it is,
How lonely it is,
To be a son of a witch.

Image credit: Lonely Boy by Mr. Ripley