Name That Author #3

Hint:  Science Fiction

Comment your guesses/answers below...no Google Images searches!

dreamland theatre - original poem

 

dreamland theatre

welcome to dreamland

where the marquis lights

are always on

where the signs 

of upcoming showings

orient themselves

and align their movements

with the dynamics

of human creativity

where all their fears

insecurities

aesthetic pleasantries

are thrown at the screen

like a Pollock paint pail

I've brought my trusty

little black handgun to protect me

from your posessions

the ticket booth is empty

but there is a little pink colored

stamped cardboard square

left only for me

and all the halls are unlocked

you tell me justice

retribution

and death 

with be on the screen

15 years in the making

supposedly

too bad the popcorn machine

is out of service

i won't let your nitrite film roll

scare me senseless

i won't let your moans

or bloody drips

spook me out of the theatre

even though

I'm drunk in darkness

crippled by fear

I'll still have the courage to check

all the lines of seats

and protect 

everything I built

on this humanly existence 

5 shots ring out

but your body doesn't drop

it just dissolves into the woodwork

into the marble stairwells

into the corded light walkways

I'm on the theatre screen

forever and always

scary movies

on the silver screen

horror sci fi

supernatural

aliens

maniacs

tranatulas

braniacs

and everything in between

at the horrorthon

meet us outside

the right vertical

dreamland lights

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16502675-dreamland-theatre-by-Colvet

Friday the 13th - original poem

 

Friday the 13th

I'm stoked

for the wild berry harvest

this Friday, the 13th

I'll drive straight to your house

right from the lab

need anything from the store?

I'll have my crystals to clean

and a bag of dead flowers and herbs

we'll pray for lunar showers

and moonlight light shows

flying like abandoned jet packs

once the harvest is complete

let's wait and see

what our consciousness

collectively

can conjure up

on this sacred evening

of familiar friends

and previous hosts

now ghosts

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16529150-Friday-the-13th-by-Colvet

Rick Hautala Covers #1

Some of my favorite Zebra horror paperback covers come from Rick Hautala. I think I currently have all or most of these in my own vintage paperback collection!  I especially like the covers for the "Moon" series that I have shown at the end of the list herein.  Cheers!

bug collection - original poem

 

bug collection

does my bug collection scare you?

why do you find them so gruesome?

look into their prehistoric eyes

see the Mesozoic parties

held through their exoskeletal

back legs and pads

why are you afraid to look

at the diversity of life

and the history of death

through my formaldehyde

bottled protected collections

of insect brains and antennas

floating in viscous clouded baths

hearts harvested and washed

in phosphate buffer streams

we must preserve their vessels

in the exact condition we found them

finders keepers

but losers never weep

they simply share

their secrets for free

to students unworthy

of illuminating treaties

and shine their jars

their slides

their specimens

to people afraid to look

into praying mantis eyes

and stroke the outline

of crustacean bugs

dancing on chloroform

corroded vials

pill packs

and sealed cells

organized first by function

second by size

housed on the warped walls

share the galleria

with my lock-guarded

bug collection

in the adjacent room

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16483717-bug-collection--by-Colvet

zengaya - original poem

 

zengaya

zengaya

lob it off

anywhere the monkey

left you with with red bites

must be decapitated

left hand

right shoulder

nick in your forehead

your body finally scattered perfectly

zengaya

zengaya

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16549252-zengaya--by-Colvet

Pocatello pink sands - original poem

 

Pocatello pink sands

The Pocatello pink sands

are stenching up my room

engraining my heart

with socket wrenches

and eyes affixed on shoes

shake the pink sand

all around the floor

release the fear

and finally be fearful no more

a boyhood's worth of fear

doesn't simply disappear

it lingers on street corners

and rattles around aimlessly

in the crucial hours 

of a night's long hauled sleep

so wash your skin

with Poctaello pink sands

and let the micron-sized abrasions

leave you pure and primed

for surgery on the rough parts

only smoothness left over

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16561313-Pocatello-pink-sands-by-Colvet

Name That Author #2

Hint:  Philosopher

Post your answers/connections to this person below. Cheers!

armageddon - original poem

 

armageddon

Let's lock ourselves

in the cargo bay

does everyone have

their independent

life support systems?

crystal castles

tumbling through blue

and green gas rings

one happened to hit

our primary thrusters

mayday mayday

I repeat

it's going down

our only hope

is an emergency landing

relying solely

on our back ups

electromagnetic debris shields up

we'll smash right through

the lunar icicles

and descend into strange lands

we're off their grids now

like cyborgs or something

ask God if he doesn't mind

taking care of our buddies

until we can one day

play hopscotch with them again

in the playgrounds of space

shimmery and nefariously pure

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16563198-armageddon-by-Colvet

scrying lathe - original poem

 

scrying lathe

stare into the scrying lathe

left in ages settled beneath dust

you disappear in a dusty willow

a browed burst of darkness

aging all our fleshy grooves

turning into smirking werewolves

and men with melting faces

frowning faces with blacked out eyes

beards stretching their hairs to the ground

dripping their gunk on the dark sidewalk

and spiral marble staircase incline

a maniacal grin and dangling eyes

ripping back and forth like pendulums

of a dirty boxing glove

in the back of a catatonically depressed clown

all flesh blanching to white

with eyeballs rolling like quarters in a pinball machine

the darkness clacks on the mirror

forming tiny micro fissures

until everything turns to blackness

and demons rip the world in the half

with their blood dripped

fluorescent yellow clam claws

staring into the core of the earth

with glowing eyes on fire

sleeping in a tent with the devil

doing handsigns

in the woods at night

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16551017-scrying-lathe-by-Colvet

three o' clock [surprise] - original poem

 

three o'clock [surprise]

you were innocent

reassuring oneself

but a simple stab

with a shiny pocket knife

denotes your fate

marks your murderous name

not in self-defense

the universe has cameras

pretty much everywhere

these days

it wasn't self defense

the victim had no weapon

and you stole his wallet

but he was broke

only had two bucks

for a bottle of booze

you're a murderer, Charlie

who spits in green-thumbing

priest faces

you are he

who comes to the door

to spread the word of God

with no cognition

of his lively lessons

you have no choice in the matter

you already gave that up

already tied the rope

already punched your timecard

and turned the other cheek to abuse

you cursed God's name in vain

you drank the devil's urine

you lived the left-hand path

so now you suffer in death

be mindful

his power is absolute black

those who forsake

and mock the name of God

the white light of goodness

for the black footsteps of evil

are called sinners

and sinners go to hell

the dark one is waiting

and he doesn't like to pause

tick tock

tick tock

clock strikes

three o' clock

he's got you now

surprise!

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16501037-three-oclock-suprise-by-Colvet

derisive decision - original poem

 

derisive decision

a derisive decision

written in messy cursive

crumpled in paper bits

hidden in the folds

of a scarlet scarf

hung widdifully

on the decrepit

thinning branches

of his birthday tree

seeded on the day

of his spawning

now dying in flames

an inflammable camisole

on his lifeless body

floating away into particles

his body may be melted

but his frozen tears

will always stay crossed

and his name

will always be censored

by those in control

those who type the paragraphs

of our school-led texts

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16562864-derisive-decision-by-Colvet

coffee drinker - original poem

 

coffee drinker

coffee drinker

underachiever

staying in bed

long past noon

on the weekends

head out to the lighthouse

to meet Millie

she needs help

with preserving

the coastal

great lake views

the rats and bugs

throw the best parties

after sundown

with cherry apple

moonshine

look out

for the green beam

lightning machine

buoying up and down

flash your flashlight twice

then circle it three times longer

as wide as you can 

we'll send you a yellow raft

come along ashore

and watch the Atari show

projected over

the low hanging

strong smelling

Michigan trees

in the paltry sky

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16483103-coffee-drinker--by-Colvet

mr. parker - original poem

mr. parker

reversing black

mold-spored putrefaction

with a stark laser beam

pointed bull's eye center

of a harden black sphere

taken hostage

by the kinights

of dark fungal fortitudes

let thy waveforms pulse

and push out all the mold milk

and white claws of citrus goo

turn the fruit of eternity

into a slime mold of death

start it back over again

with the power of sight

and the bombardment of rays

from my decommissioned arm

of the cycloped cyclotron

quite a marvelous

magnificient

transformation

metaphorized

beneath your

thick rimmed eyes

isn't that right

mr. parker?

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16557603-mr.-parker-by-Colvet

clown house at the carnival - original poem

 

clown house at the carnival

clown house lights

are lighting up

one by one

I can see them

past the metal beams

and swirling, beeping lights

carnival crowded games

and the bumper car

lobby line tube lights

and the zero gravity machine

I'm stuck to the walls

fixing my eyes 

on the neon lights

illuminating one by one

which clowns will try

to touch my body

which ones will make me

honk their nose

and laugh at their own shitty

alcohol washed jokes

i refuse to wipe the tears

through your streaking

paint designed 

makeup face

the show must go on

and I can't wait 

you're going to get fired tonight 

the job markets in the dumps

interviewers will notice

your shaking hands in the morning

and your twitching muscles

you wasted

comedic punch line

erased

with pink gum

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16481188-clown-house-at-the-carnival-by-Colvet

pineapple lillies - original poem

pineapple lilies

wait look -

those are docile

pineapple lilies

napping in the golden noon

on the coastline of Alohan sands

snoring on the bedrock

atop little lily pads

nearly ripened fruits

beginning to bud and sprout

be cautious

lest our motions not disturb them

we mustn't wake them

from their daydreamy séance

in this Egyptian silica ball pit

let's let the kiddos rest a bit

we'll break at the next leg of our hike

by the pointed purple pillars

where Pythagoras's status

astutely watches out

over the bay of sardonic tears

dropped from the lacrimal pits

in Heaven's gated fence

where the community watch

is always on alert

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16559313-pineapple-lillies-by-Colvet