[ NaPo 2017 ] A Life Lived In Black And White

      
My childhood was a not a scary movie      
Quite the opposite --- quiet and dull      
lived within a maze of Illinois cornfields      
     
When it came to Saturday night      
Creature Features, I was front and center      
for flicks to the imagination such as      
Night Of The Living Dead      
on Chicago's WFLD Channel 32      
     
Not that there are any particularly      
outstanding memories I can recall      

( other than perhaps my sister leaving room      
in revulsion when the zombies ate a couple    
after they burned alive in a fire and I said,      
Mmmm ... tastes like fried chicken )    
     
such Fright Fests intensely contrasted      
Nine to Five grind house of torturous      
horrors to come as an adult when life    
imitated art and we became
the walking dead      
     
Nowadays, when weekend arrives      
and sun goes down, I feel myself      
in my element --- a vampire alive  
roosting in soil of his native home      
lining a cozy coffin; embedded  
   
a deeper meaning to this poem    
there is not    
   
Consider it a snapshot---
  
a life live in black and white