Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Psycho Joe

One of my more popular stories, at least with those that lived on Haller St., is Psycho Joe.  I'm not going to say that the Joe we knew, really was a psychotic, flesh eating zombie, but if he wasn't, he could have been.

Psycho Joe

When you hear the floorboards creak,
late at night when you can’t sleep

and the howling wind pounds against the door
and something clatters across the floor,

close your eyes, close them tight,
lest what you see may cause you fright.

Psycho Joe’s come out to prowl,
looking for a body to disembowel.

He’s especially happy if you’re still alive,
when he begins to explore what you have inside.

He’ll giggle with glee, as he hands you your spleen,
and dance with joy whilst you scream.

Don’t look into his soulless eyes,
lest you see Satans’ disguise.

His balding head and faded features
hide from view a tormented creature.

Your pleas for mercy go unheard
as he announces, dinner is served.

He’ll eat your heart, give your liver to the cat,
and pluck out your eyes to feed to the rats.

So when the wind is howling, the floorboards are creaking,
you may want to make sure it’s just the faucet leaking

and not Psycho Joe washing his hands,
before eating a dinner, his appetite demands.
So remember, if it's storming out and you hear a noise outside, lock your doors and lock them tight!  You never know when Joe will be out at night!
copyright 2011 by Lisa McCourt Hollar