Ryan Mecum - Werewolf Haiku

Werewolf
HAIKU Ryan Mecum
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Mecum, Ryan.
Werewolf haiku / Ryan Mecum.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-4403-0826-0 (pbk. : alk. paper)
eISBN 13: 978-1-4403-1120-8
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Werewolves Humor. 3. Werewolves
Poetry. I. Title.
PN6231.H28M428 2010
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2010012988 Editor: Amy Schell Owen
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www.curiopress.com Contents This journal belongs to Dear haiku journal:
This could be my last entry
if I have rabies. A stray dog bit me
while I delivered the mail.
Should have used the mace.

He was a mailman
and a struggling poet
who died by dog bite. The dog seemed homeless.
It looked like a rabid wolf,
hungry for mailmen. I kicked and he ran
but not before he bit off
a big chunk of calf. I finished the route,
hobbling to each mailbox,
and thinking of Rose. Rose is my lady,
but she might not know it yet
since weve yet to speak. Im introverted
and I would guess she is, too,
judging by her mail.

We differ in ways.
She subscribes to Cat Fancy.
I get Dog Fancy. I limp through her yard
and as I fill her mailbox,
she opens her door. With her lovely smile,
Rose greets me with a hello.
I nod back and leave. Ive always been shy,
which is why I dont respond
and why Im alone. I like to pretend
I will ask Rose out someday,
since I wont for real. MY STALKER LOVE SONG MIX! 1.

Blondie - One Way or Another 2. The Police - Cant Stand Losing You 3. Cheap Trick - I Want You To Want Me 4. U2 - I Will Follow 5. Backstreet Boys - As Long As You Love Me 6. David Seville - Witch Doctor 7.

Screaming Jay Hawkings - I Put a Spell on You 8. The Stranglers - In the Shadows 9. Darren Hayes - Creepin Up on You 10. Diana Ross - Im Gonna Make You Love Me 11. Duran Duran - Hungry Like the Wolf 12. Sarah McLachlan - Possession 13.

Fleet wood Mac - Say You Love Me 14. Death Cab For Cutie - I Will Possess Your Heart 15. The Police - Every Breath You Take 16. Morrissey - The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get 17. Meatloaf - Id Do Anything For Love (But I Wont Do That) 18. Michael Bolton - How Am I Supposed to Live Without You 19.

Billy Ocean - Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car 20. Bryan Adams - (Ever ything I Do) I Do It For You 21. Elvis Costello - I Want You When I get back home,
I play my love mix CD,
write haiku and cry. What a rotten day!
I dodge the girl of my dreams
and Im still bleeding. Lup my Shih Tzu
sniffs at my gouged-out calf wound
and whimpers away. The cut oozes pus
and my whole sock is dark red
from blood draining down.

All around the wound
are many long strands of hair
which are not from me. Rubbing alcohol
burns as I clean out the cut,
visibly throbbing. Ill wrap my dog bite,
fall asleep on the front couch,
and dream about Rose. Thats it for now, friend.
Ill write in you tomorrow,
dear haiku journal. Dear haiku journal,
I think I killed some people.
That was no dog bite. What happened last night?
My selective memory
is a bit hazy.

It wasnt a dream,
due to my lack of clothing,
and Im really full. I woke up naked,
sprawled in a strangers front yard.
Rough start to a day. You hate alarm clocks?
Try automatic sprinklers
with you in grass, nude. Looks like you woke up
on the wrong side of the bed
should now be retired. From now on, Ill say,
Looks like somebody woke up
outside, nude and wet. The woman next door
with that huge mole on her neck
I think I ate it. The woman next door
with that huge mole on her neck
I think I ate it.

Its an odd feeling
when realization hits
that now I murder. Sprinting to my house,
while covering my privates,
through suburbia. Kids at their bus stop
are not sure how to react
as I run past them. Bus driver, guess what?
We just saw some naked dude,
covered all in blood! Im not wearing pants,
which means no front pants pockets,
which means no house keys. Banging on my door,
knowing only I live there,
hoping I answer. The Three Pigs story
a wolf screaming, Let me in!
seems applicable.

I check the back door,
which I recall kicking down
when I left last night. I run in my house
and go straight to a mirror
to see who I am. I stare back at me,
but I remember the face
that stared back last night. I transformed last night
from my normal timid self
to the beast within. It was a werewolf.
A monster somehow, still me.
I am a werewolf. Painful cramps woke me
and I rolled down off the couch
when I turned last night.

I knew things were bad
when I could feel skin ripping
and could kick down doors. Out in the backyard,