This poem assignment from the Poetic Asides blog was to write a horror poem. Here's mine (inspired by the people upstairs)
Stompers
What are they doing up there?
Bowling
Moving Furniture
Dragging bodies from another mafia kill?
Perhaps it’s a zombie scraping around on a hardwood floor
Arms out in a caricature of itself saying “brains”
Maybe it’s a swarm of elephants, ready
To crash through my ceiling at any moment
Perhaps it’s Vlad Vampire
Moving his coffin to a new place
Or the Tommyknockers knocking at my door
Maybe they have one of those vacuums
That sucks up human quiet
Perhaps its ghosts
Rattling around
Letting us know they are here
Distracting us from work
Because they wanted to be artists and wordsmiths
Perhaps it’s a man who chops
People up for a living
Stores them in his freezer before chopping up more
Perhaps it’s a dog running in circles
Until his feet get sore
Whoever it is up there
And whatever it is they are doing
It’s loud and causing the walls to shake
So I hope it’s not
Freddy waiting with a rake
