Paranormal Parasites

Richard Stevenson

Paranormal parasites

got the plasma in plastic

take-out bags!

Old hags

and homeless hosts

give up the most:

Sell their own blood

to vampiric ghosts

and plum disappear!

Sorry, Cyrus,

you've got the virus!

Have a hit of this ...

Temporary bliss

Better 'n' breakfast bagels.

Hey, Mabel,  Black Label!

Paranormal parasites

suck the O and R

right out of orgone.

We're gone, baby!

To the spare parts

sports emporium.

Saucy saucer hostess

gonna pass our dirty genes

to some underdressed launderess.

Paranormal parasites

sure got the bite on us.

Ain't no ray gun or blunderbuss

we can turn on them.

Nope.  We're done, Clem:

intergalactic toast.

 So enjoy the half-life

at half mast.

Nothin's made to last.

Stand agog and gape

at the insectoids

behind the drapes.

This ain't Oz

or the North Pole,

and dey ain't Santa's elves!

Paranormal parasites!

Gonna suck the life

Right out of us, Gus.

Don't need a haberdasher

or tailor for this

vampiric caper.

Don't need blood per se,

just a little Chinese Chi,

a little plasma, if you please.

Paranormal parasites

prefer take-out to

a sit-down dinner anytime.

Will scarf you on the fly!

Gas, solid, liquid –

it don't matter.

You can forgo the platter.

Don't need mammal matter,

just a big energy drink

of reconstituted molecules

Through any pore or orifice.

Ogone on ice, so nice!

Richard Stevenson is a retired college English and Creative Writing instructor. Taught for thirty years at Lethbridge College in southern Alberta and recently moved to Nanaimo, B.C. Has the usual pedigree: MFA in Creative Writing, thirty-five published books and a CD to his credit, including four forthcoming volumes in his Cryptid critter, ET, and Fortean lore series.

He says: That's the boring academic stuff. More interested to me is my good fortune in being able to transition from adult free verse of the lit quarterly variety to sci fi, fantasy, and horror! The new titles might give a sense of the fun I've been having, even in these Covid-19 times: _Cryptid Shindig_ (a trilogy including the volumes _If a Dolphin Had Digits_, _Nightcrawlers_, and _Radioactive Frogs_) and a stand-alone collection, _An Abominable Swamp Slob Named Bob_. :-)