apparition comes
holding memories of fate
condemned to repeat
© Dicky J Loweman 2014
Horror
Flawless
Let me get a good look at you
Close up, where I can see the works
Flawless
Like a diamond polished till perfect
This wasn’t always the case, you know
Someday you’ll thank me
Those countless hours of work
How I had to creep away with you
The dead of night
You wanted to scream
But screams are troublesome for mutes like you
Still I couldn’t blame you
Not knowing what was in store
Your dilapidated workings
Your unsuitable mind
Tossed then turned
Until you could expend no more
But in the confines of this humble study
I had all the instruments
All the tools I ever needed
We played with scalpels, haeomorrhoid forceps
And bone saws and brushes
We cut tissue with scissors
And stuck probes past tenaculums
Which indignantly parted arteries
There were catlins, both big and small
And of course, tourniquets
However unfortunate, morphia come with quite a price tag
So some luxuries we must go without
Alas, don’t slouch
My natty friend
Look on the bright side
You are but a fraction of your old self
Much improved, if I may say so myself
© Dicky J Loweman 2014
Last Supper
Ah
That’s the last of it
So well fed
So full
We dined on shanks
Meat on the bone
We partake of kidney pie
And blood soup
All the delicacies
On which we dined
So that’s it
Now we’re on the hunt, again
For if we don’t find the next unsuspecting foe
We will wrangle in agony
Not able to quench our thirst for the iron wine
Or calm our savaged hunger for the raw
The oh so pleasant taste
For flesh
Fresh from the bone
© Dicky J Loweman 2014
Cryptesthesia
This house has been abandoned for a long time
Not many come here anymore
But I still do
The signs of people are still here
The messages scribbled on walls
Empty bottles and cans
Discarded cigarette butts
A vile, non-working, but still used, toilet
A brown stained mattress in one bedroom
The leftover wrappers, formerly belonging to now used condoms
There are traces of activity left by animals
A semi-devoured cat
Claw marks and the work of jaws and teeth on baseboards
Droppings which litter every room
The house itself in rather unlivable disdain
There is a foul smell of decay and mold
Warped floorboards and rotting walls
A sunken roof, alive with growing moss
Some might attribute the ‘cold spots’ to cryptesthesia
Perhaps long past dwellers
Locked away in here forever
But I see them differently
Like comforting old friends
Always abuzz when I come by
Serenading me with creaks and scratches
From other rooms and behind walls
Like a complimentary performance
Of vocal music in the open air at night
As if by a lover, thrilled to see me again
Like comforting old friends
Even if I don’t stay long
© Dicky J Loweman 2014
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
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
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 Look
A look can say a lot about a person
I saw you throught the bottom of a glass
And I know more about you than you’d ever tell
Sad on the outside
Lonely stirs within
But you don’t have to worry
Tonight will be much different
Once we leave, life will take a turn
No more drama
No more lonely nights
No more
The sadness, replaced with fear
Lonely with pain
One look can say a lot about a person
And you’ve already told me
All I need to know
