Nosfergotu

by abubhaji

nosferatu-max-schreck

shit-talkin’ slim-jim:
toke-stoned eye-gloss
band-aid battered tongue;
it’s the creeper,” always, but
nay! Thou art the creeper!
step by step by hissing step
bent bowled over with
cue-ball curve, creeping onward
‘o vape-mystic
lolly-gagger, liken-up ‘n
up each cryptic step, one small fuck-
up – for man; one blood-sucking leap for
the diaries:
pea-coat lint snagged…
“Vun!”
between tuning-fork teeth…
“Two!”
reeking of wish-bone…
“Three steps!” you shout-count
out the top of your hash-brown lungs for
no body to fear.
“Vait! Vhat? Vhy?” you want to know;
You
Nosfergotu
turn on your
mic!