Name That Author #9

A very notable author here....really changed the game with horror fiction and Zebra cover art.

State your guesses below!

morda - original poem

morda

this forest

is filled

with creatures

of my lord's court

you may lose limbs

before sunrise

for this forest

is filled

with violent faeries

willing to help

on my mission

to destroy

all that you stand for

all that is pure

to please

the pleasant pageantries

playing in my Lord's mind

a thespian

of mental gruel

and medieval

celestial sorcery

I am the huntress

and you are the hunted

my precious one

I'm the captor

who will find your hiding spot

air you out

and give you up

to Satan and his crew

to serve our mother in the afterlife

and appease our father's death

for the realm of Morda

will forever live on

in generational spirals

our paths will cross

once again

as all that is enslaved

eventually does

at the bottleneck

gate-cover in the sky

we all need to comply

open it

mosey our way inside

for Morda

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16474020-morda-by-Colvet

goalkicker - original poem

goalkicker

boots boosted

brain fried

running out

of borrowed time

simulated sincerely

stuck in a locket

with a lace

made of sticks

protecting

preserving

narrow

neural passageways

plausibly

possibly

providing something

with the power

deceive me

tug me along

a nodal cord

towards something sweeter

something strong

and much feistier

than yellow Listerine

in the misty

morning fog

or the decaliter

of moonshine

we use to soak

our tainted

trespassing feet

sanitizing each step

for the sake

of eternal rest

to share

a piecemeal with

the motherly

milkweed muggle

made

from tumbled traumas

and jangled cajoles

and disbelief

in the deeds of dust

or the power of fault lines

since everything my son

is so deeply

interconnected

feel the currents

wash our hands clean

be free from

locked doors

and narrow

neural passageways

let your toes breathe

in the wisp

of the Earths crust

silently shedding itself

continuously

beneath our feet

in a little sphere

drifting through infinity

kicked

by a champion

goalkicker

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16474936-goalkicker-by-Colvet

garbage man - original poem

garbage man

I'm the garbage man

who works with

the demon of death

you know why they call

my co-worker

the demon of death

don't you?

its meritorious 

he's been employee of the month

for ages now

didn't you see his portrait

of shadowy demise

aligning the hallway

leading to the main lobby?

He's skilled

I presume -

at collecting trash

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16476110-garbage-man-by-Colvet

Chester Anderson Covers

Chester Anderson has some of the strangest stories and covers to his name.  Let's take a look at a handful of them here!  I posted a couple of variants as well to show the diversity in his cover arts.  

off and away [haunted] - original poem

off and away [haunted]

where are all the boys

who dream on Murakami pillows

and drift into lucid seams

of Toshio Saeki illustrated scenes?

who are the boys

who ponder on canvas

scratched by Francis Bacon's being

the boys haunted by ghosts

possessed by something else?

full apparitions

and all in-between

watch your step

as we descend

into darkness

to play with glass jars

on wooden shelves

housing eyes, ears

noses, and throats

protected by insecure

unsettled beings

not yet willing to plunge

pushing what's possible

trusting the colors splayed

standing on an alien star

drifting off and away

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16477885-off-and-away-haunted-by-Colvet

golden fliers of Ireta - original poem

golden fliers of Ireta

the Anthropocene

of Medellin

warns readers

of the golden fliers of Ireta

with their own stinky sunshine

and deformed parallelograms

of barely undulating fringe

dripping wet sheets

in a dark dripping forest

the outsiders

can sneer all they want

pentadactyl development

is not an anomaly

it's just one of nature's

little conundrums

we all have our own

cryptic flaws

watch us have our day

we need infrared beams

to penetrate

the eternal cloud coverage

over the land of colored lakes

their torsional ores

and underground mineral stores

test our sinews

we must find the old cores

and uranium deposits

too many precious metals to collect

and smith into arcane tools

send down along

distinct capillaries

carrying copper capsules

for the operations of

mothership space

we are not indigenous

to this strange land

we're smelly strangers

the locals are hardly arthropods

shaking my head at this quandary

what pleasant peasantry

enslaved by the command of my riches

stored in a continental basin

with petroleum pools

let the coring expedition begin

well have to dig

around the skeletal remains

on a bountiful

botanical excursion

evaluate your competence

begore taking umbrage

I fear not of the karmic debts

for raping this smelly Earth

and usurping this rock candy mountain

the carrion eaters

haven't come yet

to take away my sinful soul

"ha ha" I say to the naysayers

too afraid of the dragons

on this planet

and interdimensional ghouls

our survey is long from completion

I hate to state

deep sea manganese dredging

must continue

so continue as you were

we'll reach the inland sea

before the last speck of gloom

you'll retire only after a long day

of brutal physical struggle

a series of bright black eyes

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16598159-golden-fliers-of-Ireta-by-Colvet