Poem: Werewolves

I slew all the vampires I knew

Some recently, some a while ago
(one of them was you)
I honed skills readily
Now I execute defenses steadily

I stay away from vampires
And they’re easy to spot
Sucking on life’s essence
Auras smelling of rot
Stealing and pealing
And sucking you dry
You feel compelled to give
And give more
And you don’t know why
Nosferatu fangs and claws
Living outside the manageable laws

BUT

They are what they are

Never bothering with disguise
I’ve encountered all kinds
I can spot them a mile off
With well trained eyes
And they’re easy to spot

But the werewolves…

The werewolves are NOT.

They move in human  ways

Have human feelings
Play to play
Smell like fresh meat
Live, work, and love in heat
Play to play
And receive only to give back
With such sincerity of spirit
That it can’t be an act
Defined by passion
And the beating heart of the world
On which they have
Their hidden claws
So acutely on the pulse it
Always lends them the
Angelic glow
That renders them rather dulcet

To MY untrained eye anyway

Damned Werewolves.

They’re masters of Zen

Ever reigning the torrid beast in
Then Ready…Set…Pounce
And there’s not even and ounce
Of warning
Not a hint to seek shelter
As things fly helter-skelter
And teeth and fur and claws
Rip askew
The tame veneer
Even you couldn’t see through
And you’re searching
For expressions in eyes that in hue
Five minutes earlier
Were the skyest of blue and
NOW reflect
The more sanguine bits of you
As though they would taste
Quite nice in a stew
Except…forget the stew

You will do.

Willing or not.

Those BLASTED werewolves are

SO hard to spot!
Because most of the time
They seem so harmless
And not as if they
Need a chain mail  harness
But three days a month you wonder
If it’s all a lie
And the other twenty-eight
You wonder why you wondered why

Because lightning sometimes come from blue skies.

It’s truly not a lie

So maybe you just can’t train your eye
But those werewolves are SO DAMED HARD TO SPOT!
You can’t defend yourself
With plan or with plot

Thinking on them now

My stomach is in knots
Or no…I’m actually just kind of…hot
Come to think of it

I feel like of funky

A litter feverish and jumpy
Not the stomach-flu surely
Cuz I’m a little …hungry
Maybe I’ll just take bath and…
SHAVE? Again?
That’s the eleventh time in a row!
I’ll have to get new razors
To keep up with this growth
But I shouldn’t rant over
The bad genetics
That cause fast-growing leg hair

I’ll think I’ll eat before I go running

A Steak. Rare.

…Or maybe that guy over there…

I hope nobody sees me