Saturday Morning Cartoons

words dance out my mouth a tingly tiny toon a let loose swoony loon… eyes locked.. on my favorite cartoon… rambo red head ban on… bazooka by my side world a wonderful ride… plastic hunting knife… blue jean jacket pocket… ready to pull you to me… orange pistol in my hand ready to defend ready for that last… grand stand… Alf chases that damn cat he wouldn't eat em like that Would he?... if i had a space ship i'd fly to the moon with you another galaxy… where the wookies go far away from this world… I am a vampire now sun shades on allergic to the light of the day fake head ache turned on… no longer of this world… I am a boy… no more… Victory candy sig… hanging out my mouth… death stick in your hand we plan our next feast In this… our hunting land… we are apex… the humans cattle… we sharpen fangs we talk as we walk slow… to our cave at the end of the universe… every pine needle resting every twig set in its place the sun shines slowly through the tree canopy hair falls covering eyes I brush it aside… two vampires hiding from the sun and the world as they fall into the forest ground… two hearts frozen worm food delivered one buried deep… would make you shiver… the other a vampire queen… She flys over the world Every night Too old and too fast to ever be found… I was a puppy dog loved a small world with you two gods… wrapped up in vines and needles playing with little dung beetles… and rolly pollies… dirt under blocks dropped and crushed all the way to the end of us down the valley of overalls under blue tarps you were wendy passing by two vampires in transit on a road to nowhere with only the sun to berate the gods in the end…