A Night out with the Boys

a poem about my love for horror movie monsters.

The good old boys:

Dracula, the seducer--
         His sharp teeth cut my flesh.
         My life poured out,
         As he sucked down my blood.
Wolfman, the beast--
         At the light of the full moon,
         Man turned to beast,
         And hunted me, its prey.
Frankentstein, the innocent--
         Mind of a child, body of a giant.
         Sweetness, with
         A hint of brutality.

Freddy Krueger--
         His long, hard steel
         Fingers sliced my flesh.
         He came to me in my dreams,
         To fulfill his fantasies.
Jason Voorhees--
         He held a machete,
         This little boy/grown man
         Wrapped tight in vengeance.
         He used me.
Leatherface--
         A family man,
         His chainsaw's buzzing
         Violated my eardrums,
         And we both enjoyed it.