Use the “cold activated” Coors beer bottle
as a body temperature probe.
Make them run to the hills,
where the air is even thinner.
Visit all those new head shops downtown,
seeking fresh brains.
Eat the best Mexican.
Gallop into a Bronco game on Thunder,
as one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Show them what what their state name really means.
A busy month in my day job, but I’m trying to write horror poems here and there all month in a loose celebration of National Poetry Month. Most of them will be kept offline for later revision, but I’ll probably be posting more here before too long. You can also catch some things on The Nest.