Monster Kid (take II)

Now that I am older,

not so young

as I used to be,

 the songs that I remember

are those

the monsters taught me.

 They sang from flickering

TV screens,

and the darkness

beneath my bed.

 Unafraid,

my young heart harkened

to every word they said.

 The lonely  song

of The Outsider looking in,

the shambling figure

who gets gets the girl

 and loses her again.

 For me

no truer tune ever rang

than those dark lullabies

the monsters sang.

 And now that I’m over,

as they say regarding age,

that proverbial hill,

nothing much has changed.

 I was a monster kid,

and I am still.

 

 

- R. Cody -

 

(revision of

Monster Kid, 10/31/12)

Monster Kid

Now that I am older,

not so young

as I used to be, 

the songs that I remember

are those

the monsters taught me. 

They sang from the blackness

at the backs of closets,

and the darkness

beneath my bed. 

Unafraid,

 my young heart harkened

to every word they said. 

The language of shadows,

secrets of the night, mysteries

of The Dark,

mysteries of Light. 

For me

no truer tune ever rang

than those dark lullabies

the monsters sang. 

And now that I’m over,

as they say regarding age,

that proverbial hill,

nothing much has changed.

 I was a monster kid,

and I am still.

 

- R. Cody -

 

Deadicated to the monsters, of course,

and to The Spirit of Halloween!

Every Day is Halloween

Midnight to dawn,

horror movies on TV –

I’m a monster kid.