sinister

Stalker

I leave the pub around eight

The crowd doesn’t fit my mood

Being a cool night, I choose to walk

Passing on the crowded streets

I catch a glimpse of you

A small chill runs up my neck

Caused by your piercing eyes

I’ve seen you before

But I can’t place where or when

Quickly thoughts are redirected

Thoughts of my lonely hovel

And my long walk ahead

I never noticed your change in direction

The wind quickened and howled all the way home

You were never more than twenty paces behind

As I quickened, so did you

As I stopped to roll a smoke, you took to the shadows

As I arrived at my abode, you watched as I turned the key

As I fixed a nightcap, you let yourself in

As I write this, you come closer

And as I turn, you deliver the blow

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

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Curiosity Changes The Brain

Curiosity changes the brain

Makes you want to see things

Things you wish you hadn’t

Things which can not be unseen

Like staring at a car wreck

Watching someone’s house and life

Going up in smoke and flames

Allowing the neighbor to savagely beat her child

And leaning closer to the wall

Trying to make out her words

between the crying and screams

It’s because there is a darkness

Which lies deep within us all

And pushes us for answers of why or what next

It’s true

Curiosity changes the brain

And brings out that tiny, suppressed demon

In each and every one of us all

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Secret Place

And so the search begins

A search to find that special place

A place where only I can get to

A place to keep the artifacts

And all the memories

Of that glorious night

It must be tucked away

From the weather

And all who breathe

All the animals

All the people

A place I can never lose

A place to bury you

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

When The Collector Met Joe The Spider

The boy thought he saw something

Out of the corner of his eye

He put down his magnifying glass

And got out of his chair

He slowly crept towards the corner

Sliding his socks on the floor

As if lifting his feet might give him away

He peeked around the cabinet

And saw him there

‘Hello’, said the collector to the big hairy spider

‘hello back’, said the spider to the pray

‘You’d make a nice addition to my collection’, the collector whispered

‘Wait’, remarked the spider

‘I know where you sleep

And as you turn away

I’ll hide in plain sight

And wait patiently

until you go to bed

then I’ll dine on you

From the inside to the out’

‘No matter’, said the collector to the spider

‘I’ll take my chances’

And with that, the collector hurried away to grab a jar

All the time in the world

For the spider to move

Just behind the bedpost

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

Night’s Work

Cross room glances

Eyebrow raised with bad intentions

Big cat on a prowl

Sinister thoughts

Morbid outcomes

Thoughts that consume this night

Heavy rains and a smash of thunder

Time to get this show on the road

Pick an interest

Find something of a common ground

Something praiseworthy

Something keen

Move in

Go for the kill

All in a night’s work

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

Traunt

A simple job to do

Paid well in advance

Quite a few sheckles

For such a minimal task

And yet, all these incentives

You

Were nowhere to be found

So now

I must start the task

A new job

One that will be used

As a sort of payback

For nights you’ll sleep

With the worry hanging around

Just like the rope

That will soon caress your throat

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Reciprocity

Oh this mutual

And cooperative interchange

Of favors and certain privileges

Given up in exchange for exclusive deeds

Deeds to be had

And done unto you

You do this to me again and again

Strong willed

I’ll stand alone on my ground

A mutual exchange

I can’t think that’s possible anymore

I can’t think that way

For you see

You have to give to receive

It’s all about giving back

And you give nothing

A New Perfume

Violence causes silence

We’ve both heard that before

But I have never been this deaf before

I just stare at you

I just look at you

And I wonder

Where will you take the body?

Will she go where the rest have gone?

Who do you expect to help you now?

Shirley, not this man

For I have a family, a wife

I have children, you see?

This just doesn’t work

This just doesn’t help… Me

(Think, think)

I hope you understand

I’d help you, if I could

But, now is not the time

So

Because of this

Come close

Hold on to me

And I’ll take care of this

This will be the one and only time

Hold on to me

Yes, yes

Just like before

I guess I’ll deal with it

But wait…

But before you let me go

Before you leave my arms

I have something for you

Something I’ve been saving for you

Close your eyes…

Shh…Shhh

Now close your eyes, girl

And breathe deep, feel my love

Don’t fight

Don’t squirm, don’t even fret a bit

It’s better that way

Smell that?

That’s a new perfume for you

They call it chloroform

The Beauty Of The Cellar Door

It’s a little hard to find

If you don’t know where to look

Hidden well, at the end of small pantry hall

The old cellar door

It’s paint is now faded

And the small handle has tarnished to black

But in all it’s imperfections

Within the space it stands

Is the true hidden beauty

It opens with loud creeks

A sound which hisses of age

And exposes three small steps

The steps which lead down through

Old cobwebs, which are always head-high

And to the single light bulb

Just beyond sit the oak racks, filled with more webs and dust

With bottles from the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, 80’s and 90’s

Room for about 160 in all

But the truly best keep here is not encased in glass

It’s burrowed deep in a dark corner

Easy to miss, if you don’t know to look for it

But we both know it’s their, you and I

The true beauty of what’s hidden

Behind the cellar door

A secret we said we’d never reveal

And now that you’re gone

I know for sure

Our secret will go to the grave

I grab what I came for

And steal a quick, innoculous glance to that forbidden corner

Safe and sound, just as it always will be

I turn out the light

Walk up the stairs

It’s too dark, damp and cold to stay

I listen to the sound as the door shuts

And reflect on the beauty, and of the secret

Hidden deep away

Behind the beauty of the cellar door