“Vincent” by Tim Burton

Vincent Malloy is seven years old,
He’s always polite and does what he’s told.

For a boy his age he’s considerate and nice,
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price.

He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cat,
Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats.

There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented,
And wander dark hallways alone and tormented.

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him,
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum.

He likes to experiment on his dog Abacrombie,
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie.

So he and his horrible zombie dog,
Could go searching for victims in the London fog.

His thoughts aren’t only of ghoulish crime,
He likes to paint and read to pass the time.

While other kids read books like Go Jane Go,
Vincent’s favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe.

One night while reading a gruesome tale,
He read a passage that made him turn pale.

Such horrible news he could not survive,
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive.

He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead,
Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed.

His mother sent Vincent off to his room,
He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom.

Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life,
Alone with a portrait of his beautiful wife.

While alone and insane, encased in his tomb,
Vincent’s mother suddenly burst into the room.

“If you want to you can go outside and play.
It’s sunny outside and a beautiful day.”

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak,
The years of isolation had made him quite weak.

So he took out some paper, and scrawled with a pen,
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again.”

His mother said, “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead.
These games that you play are all in your head.

You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy.
You’re not tormented, you’re just a young boy.”

“You’re seven years old, and you’re my son,
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.”

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall,
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall.

The room started to sway, to shiver and creak.
His horrid insanity had reached its peak.

He saw Abacrombie his zombie slave,
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave.

She spoke from her coffin, and made ghoulish demands.
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams,
Swept his mad laugh to terrified screams.

To escape the madness, he reached for the door,
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.

His voice was soft and very slow,
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe,

“And my soul from out that shadow floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted –Nevermore!”

Halloween collage

okay so it’s tuesday already, but i’ve decided to do some sort of Halloween post for every day this week…..

just like that….

it’s dried up. 2 half-finished short stories and a chunk of an old zombie serial begging for condensation, and i’ve forgotten how to do it all over again. all i want to do when i can’t sleep is watch old marlon brando movies or the investigation discovery channel programming about the MYTH that there are no female serial killers with my head tilted like the RCA dog, and if i do sleep it’s flipping and in short bursts, dreaming puck dropped out of glee club or eric has 4 very fat girlfriends and i don’t understand if it’s their very averageness that’s drawn him to them….

this morning is gorgeous and rainy and everything is humming white noise – adam woke up with a cowlick shaped like the perfect mohawk and i refuse to tame it. he’s as groggy as i am, it’s this wonderful rain. staring into the wall holding a spoon over his rice krispies,  and i asked “whatcha thinkin bout?” he blinked and said “oh, just pictures. and a lamp.”

otherwise things are going swimmingly. syncing back up with my much milder version of stanley kowalski – at least that’s how i demonize/idealize him. stewie (as i demonize/idealize my son) has finally decided to be Zero from Nightmare Before Christmas for halloween. he’s VERY excited about the ghost puppy idea which was his very own. the weekend was full of sunshne and horror movies and a 4hr coffee episode with a soon-to-be closer friend, and new red chucks for the little man.

i miss eric. i miss mi hermana. we’re watching nightmare before christmas right now, and have been playing finger puppets with a jack-o-lantern and a witch – the pumpkin has an unexplainable cockney accent and makes fart noises when he kisses, and the witch cackles a lot like my son.

this became a disjointed ramble. i need a 3rd cup of coffee and to calculate the weather this weekend – the zoo is having “events” and WE WANT TO GO.

this time of year should be frozen. colored trees, sweet decomposition smell, 70 degrees, pumpkins and skeletons everywhere, just a week before the climax of fall that is halloween…..

romantical things for a romantical time….



(all for eric, who rarely peeks in this window ❤ )

weekend of 10/10/10

october gaining speed…

last evening was one of those really vivid ones, the ones you know you’ll remember. usually the light tells me – in certain light, i get that very clear “i will remember this” feeling, and can feel a postcard memory crystallizing.

it was everything. adam in brown stripes running on the lawn after a blue nubby football eric won for him at the apple festival. the light had a 6 o-clock slant and the llamas danced as though national geographic cameramen crouched behind the fences. sun on our faces. started with just the two of us, i held the football lucy-style and he ran at it repeatedly, sometimes missing the kick all on his own and falling flat, only to pop up and retreat half the yard away to try again. he can KICK. eric emerged from a nap to water the horses around the same time mike’s truck rumbled up, and soon it was the four of us in the yard – taking turns holding the football and chasing it after the kick, trajectory unpredictable.

we cheered and ran and passed and kicked and made an odd group of football players chasing an aquamarine football.  mike in his overalls and cap and bounding yellow dog, eric half-asleep at first and smiling, adam’s cheeks red, overjoyed. for a half hour or seven hours, the horses watched at the fence and adam took his meandering runs – stopping to kiss the dog sometimes, or throw in a dance move –  and the sun was warm and he kicked far.

i retreated to sit on the front steps for a moment near the box of sidewalk chalk, the tree i’d sketched imprinting onto my jeans, and knew i would remember, reverse deja vu. crackly grass and scattered leaves, the light on half of each face alternating. my sunglasses felt like camera lenses, old super 8 home movies crackling straight into my brain.

purple prose – but a thousand blinks on the evening of thursday, october 7th, 2010 will be representative of this entire fall, i believe…

tuesday is a magic number, too

today is such a good day i could have sex with it.

tuesdays are generally happy as a rule, as i am predisposed to like tuesday, and this is a good one. more than the sum of the morning’s parts thus far – and those parts have been good.

munchkin is back on track with the potty, even though i have had to delve deep into my lifelong sticker treasury to keep him guessing and motivated – today he got a Van Gogh cow, but it’s worth it. he puts them all on the inside of a notebook he carries around – his Big Deal notebook. the one he does his Work in. so if he’ll tuck his package down in the potty, smile real big and say “i can say penis. i pushed it down there with my balls,” i’ll give all my damned stickers away.

duotrope’s newsletter has informed me of a zombie publication site that i may already have some pieces for – TWO of the upcoming anthologies may fit some things i already have, just need to do some late-night tweaking. and they’re BOOK form. i could hold a pulp zombie anthology in my hands and flip to a certain page and BAM, there a story would be.

it’s dreary as fuck. i’m happy as fuck. heather’s modified scrubs (that i hemmed twice) now fit and she’s at her first day of clinicals,  mr. diego pullups is playing racecars and busting matchbox cars all to hell while singing dream a little dream, morey got the burroughs cd, i have possibly made a new online friend (she will be T– until i have permission to use her name) who is a veritable fount of interesting and curious information, i’ve gained 5 lbs as of yesterday, the spankin’ new propane stove my beastly sexy caveman provider protecter husband installed is keeping us toasty warm, the birdfeeder is full of everything from chickadees to cardinals, i have a fresh cup of coffee, Halloween is breathing down our necks, and in NINE DAYS i will be married FOUR YEARS – to a man that sometimes disappears in the wee morning hours to buy coffee for me when he realizes i’ll have none when i wake….

september (photographs)

autumn stuff

i actually have things i want to DO – and things i WILL do….

9/11 – Southern Ohio Horse Sale, Henderson’s Arena, Jackson

9/18 – International Observe the Moon Night

9/19 – weekend of Paw Paw Festival, Lake Snowden, Albany

9/21- 9/25 – Apple Festival, Jackson

10/2 – Civil War Reenactment, Robbins Crossing, Nelsonville

and by then everything should be crunchy and orange and rotting and gorgeous, and we shall be preparing our droog costumes for trick-or-treat…..

tuesday afternoon (insert moody blues here)

it’s not sunny, but it doesn’t FEEL nearly as dreary as it actually is, which i take as a good sign. i am in some sort of post-employed euphoria, maybe. a week and a half (translated into training and two sales shifts) as an employed person, and i’ve still got the euphoria!

things are looking sad and dead. the mornings are cooler. we sleep under covers. monday the first school bus went by, which is a HUGE morning event. autumn is on its way.

friday i couldn’t decide how to fix things, and decided the best thing was to clean myself and adam up and go to El-Bee and give notice in person. angela messaged me that she wanted to come visit, and accepted my offer to come along to my resignation. she looked at posters from a maurice sendak book (that she’d brought us) with adam while i mailed christine’s package.

it’s wrong, but a toddler with large blue eyes makes a lovely prop. i went to human resources and adam batted his eyelashes and i got out of all my shifts with no hard feelings. returned the heels and bought adam some fall clothes while i still had the employee discount and got the hell out of there.

the euphoria has been pretty consistent since then….

sporadically exploring a box of old cameras and lenses that belonged to angela’s grandpa – i have to be sly, adam knows everything in that box is shiny/has gears or buttons. i get that. that’s why i can’t stay out of it either.

saturday eric and i went to maysville for the tattooing, DEAR GOD. apparently when others are nervous i become a psychotic person, handing out jolly ranchers and potato chips – there’s a lobby, and in it was a girl on her 18th birthday (old for 18 – skinny, red hair, seen a lot but with that naive “by god or the right man i shall overcome my obstacles and my station in life” shy/hopeful smile) and her 27 yr old bucktoothed meshy coordinated athletic jersey/shorts/hat pale blue outfit combo with spotless white low top clunky nike-wearing boyfriend. he was embarassing all of us, not by his super-young girlfriend, but by his twitchy vomity color-changing pussiness. she was embarassed. her oversized rednecky friend that was there for who-knows-what reason on their special matching-tattoo day was embarassed. i was embarassed. eric was embarassed. so i gave everyone candy and rambled and admitted it was our first tattoo, too. it was a relief when she was sent home for an ID and he was ushered into a room.

nothing says romance like a generic romantic phrase in a basketball. or in her case, a star. info-gathering afterwards revealed their ages, the fact he did in fact go through with it, and that she burst into tears halfway through. it doesn’t take a genius to realize not much of that was about tattoos. representations of permanence freak people out – and reveal the freak-out to others.

eric has balls. 4 1/2hrs of tattooing. mine was 15 minutes, JJ didn’t even charge me. it was a crazy/good/different day. i think we are just redneck enough to actually have bonded over tattoo-getting…..

oh! in case anyone halfway local happens to stumble onto this: Doll Star Tattoo, Maysville, KY. 

i don’t mind getting up with eric at 5am to put aquaphor on his back before he goes to work, it’s actually been nice to see him in the morning. adam has been waked by this, so i wake up nose to nose with him, and that’s pretty awesome.

heather will be back around sep13th.

adam is watching the care bears movie, his head is tilted, he’s ready for a nap.

there’s no color to the sky. that will be fine once the leaves turn to balance it out….

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