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)

Among the Departed

For a long time

Death refused to look at me.

 Though, Goddess knows, I flirted

mercilessly.

 Or, perhaps,

the big D

simply couldn’t see

 just to what I was up.

 In those days, of course,

I wore the magic hat

of youth

 and drank from a golden cup.

 I had yet to learn the lesson

that immortality is relative.

 Now the clock is ticking faster

and I’ve forgotten

just what I was after

 when this whole thing started.

 And that, I’m sure,

is exactly

as it ought to be.

 For once I’m gone

and among the departed

 it will all come back to me.

 

 

- R. Cody -

On trying to write a poem for my love

With this post I begin linking, when possible, to my work on the web. 

Please click below for my latest contribution to Daily Love, published 10/15/12.

On trying to write a poem for my love

Thanks for reading!

Life, that diligent poet

Life, that diligent poet, day by day
Scrawls his work upon us
In blood and tears and sweat and spit
Until our time is measured in years
And we are covered in lines that he has writ.
Death, contrary, is in no hurry
To share her darker verse,
Saving the craft of her rhyme
For a quieter time
When we are more likely to enjoy it.

- R. Cody -