Approaching Dangers: Three Monstrous Poems

Trolls!

In what used to be Farmer Joe’s field
pegged clothes rustle like stalks 

blown by wind in a fallow field 
once filled with corn. Starched crisp

by the cycle of rain and dust 
and beating sun. The owners no where

in sight. If you listen closely,
ear to the ground you can hear
 
their demise approach in thundering 
footsteps that vibrate the pebbles.

Hair like corn tassels is easy 
to peel when husking their hides.

They say when roasted over fire
the residents of this town’s

fat popped like sweet yellow 
kernels ripe for the picking.

Bloodlust

He tells me he needs me.
Calls me his life force,
pulls his fingers from a goblet.
Dark red droplets drip
from his gently pointed nails,
shivers ripple down my spine
as he feathers his fingertips across
my chest, leaving smears of crimson.
I’m enthralled. Addicted 
— to the power in being
the idol of such desire.

The Spread of Incurable Things

                               a spore
carried      by       wind    in    droplets
    twisted   filaments    tendril    through     
passageways   invading    perfect 
      hosts     clinging     to
    cells       probing       weaving   
       into                   brain         
matter     thriving    in     
           the       wetness      of    
   lungs     to      be      passed    on
                 through      aspiration   again   
and    again        a       deadly        symbiosis
morphing    into     something                      other 
       grow.spread.infect.change.devour.