Poetry Macabre


I had a nice, long drive to Erie on Monday, and wrote my first (and maybe only, we’ll see) poem for the book on the way up.

It started as one of those first thoughts in the morning before you’re really awake kind of things about a week ago, and I already had an illustration sketch drawn and revised before I ever started on the words. But I knew I wanted the poem in a syncopated kind of rhyme like jazz, not in a steady rhythm like rock, if you know what I mean.

It’s a little different than the rest of the stuff I’ve finished so far, but still funny and keeping with the whole “twisted” theme. Macabre was the word that was used when I read it aloud to the only person I’ve read it aloud to. And he laughed when I finished.

By the way, it’s called Cleaver Overachiever.

Yeah, it’s a little twisted. And funny. And a little bloody for all my carnivorous friends.