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