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NIGHT ANGEL .
(A BAKER'S DOZEN OF POEMS)
BY
CASSANDRA MORRISON
1. Night Angel
Thus
I
A Sojourner of Night
(Afraid of Light)
Creature of the lonely ill-lit walks
Who balks at clean and well-lit places
(Afraid of faces)
The Blessed Ones
Who linger there beyond despair
And leave me to my dim-lit walks
Where Self engages Self in talks
How my life would go differently
If only I
Were not like me
Thus
A Transsexed Angel cloaked in Night
(Afraid of Light)
Concealed from crowds by fogs and clouds
Too proud
(Or scared)
To talk in shared
Confidences of Our Painful Status
What Power made us
Thus?
2, WHO I AM.
Don't call me a Transsexual
That isn't who I am, at all
It's not my goal?not what I aim to be
In short, that label isn't me.
To classify this soul?this heart
Don't act like I'm something apart
And separate from the human race
My friend: I wear a human face.
If you must label me then please
Away with science and its jargonese
I am a woman, heart and soul
Who needs some help to make her whole.
3. THE SUMMONING.
The Full Moon shall be rising soon
It brings the Summoning
As Maleness dies in women's guise
ANOTHER self is seen
So watch as Daylight dims to Night
You'll hear the gentle hum
Of neon signs and power lines
That hiss: "Come, Angel?Come!
Come out into the full moon's light
Come as a girl arrayed
In women's clothes and nylon hose
Come join the Soft Parade
Make your fantasy reality
Let the Goddess be your guide
Let the soft caress of that silky dress
Set free your 'Girl Inside'
A Sea-Change that is rich and strange
And full of girlish fun
From Masculine to Feminine
Come Out, Night Angel?Come!"
4. Versed Offense.
You're out, you say, to Christianize
And free me from my "girl disguise"
Has no one told you it's not wise
To irritate a witch?
Permit me to say THIS, my friend:
"Until I reach my destined end
On girl clothes I'll my money spend
Or I won't wear a stitch!
This Bible Garbage that you sell
On me just doesn't wear so well
I'd rather be a girl in hell
Then scratch your Preacher's itch."
"And now this curse I'll give to thee:
`Someday you'll have a son like me
(A pseudomale so full of she)
And won't that be a bitch?'"
5. Unnamed Bit of Fluffiness.
I was thinking of a way
To satisfy my mind
To make it feel all comfy but
My mem'ry won't rewind.
If only I could edit out
An incident or two
And maybe just a year or ten
I KNOW I'd feel wizzoo!
"Wizzoo's" a special word I use
It means most wondrous cool
I tell you cuz they just don't teach
Those kinds of words in school.
So next time that you feel that way
Recall what I told you
And when your friends ask how you are
Just tell them you're wizzoo!
5. STEPHANIE
She dances on the summer air
Delectably scented---deliciously fair
My heart is eased when she's close by
She thrills my soul when she is nigh
And what she is I clearly see
She is the other half of me.
She is the soul inside my soul
She is the one who makes me whole
To be worthy of her I'll always strive
Tis she, you see, makes me ALIVE.
Without My Love I'd not have known
The joys that being with her have shown
Without this soft and sweet delight
All I would know is endless night.
6. GROWING UP.
So very, very young I was
When first I sought to find
My inner self---that shining elf
That dwells within the mind.
But when I then sought to express
The person I called me
That with my need some disagreed
And did so angrily.
"You are NOT who you THINK you are!"
They cried in rage and haste
I felt abused and quite confused
And totally disgraced.
And thus depression came to me
(It seemed my only friend)
I sought to hide in suicide
But my life would not end.
So I cursed God and I cursed Life
For all my agony
I sought to blame my guilt and shame
On everyone but me.
Until one day I realized
These things come from within
I banished shame and guilt and blame
In me I found no sin.
"The only sin," said I "is this:
To live a masquerade
To be a fake and to forsake
Your soul cuz you're afraid!"
7. A SONG FOR THE BIGOTS
I know a secret you should know
From life to life we learn and grow
With countless names I've roamed the earth
I know its value and its worth.
I know the names of all the stars
(I'm not from Venus OR from Mars)
I know the False---I know the True
And I've a Message just for YOU.
All your hate and all your fears
Keep YOU in bondage through the years
They have no real effect on me
On love I surf eternity.
Beat me, curse me, kill me dead
Like Jesus let my blood be shed
My "I" remains above all this
Dwelling in Unending Bliss.
So when you go to sleep tonight
Embrace the absence of the light
To you it's not a world apart
The Dark is where you keep your heart.
Its meat and drink for withered souls
(Full of lesions---full of holes)
Who hate the sight of those like me
Sharing love and living free.
8. A SCHOOL STORY
There was a boy---unhappy child
Who was too meek and much to mild
Than ANY boy should ever act
His father said so?that's a fact.
In school they called him fag and queer
And beat him up but ne'er a tear
Could they surprise upon his face
His pride they just could not erase.
So years passed by and no one knew
What happened to that boy so blue
Until Reunion time rolled round
And then at last the truth was found.
In she swept in silk and lace
A smile of pride upon her face
Her beauty outshone all the rest
(And she was SO much better dressed).
The scum who used to mock her stared
And then?at last?one of them dared
With face so pale he took the chance
And asked if he could have that dance.
Then she did what I NEVER would
She smiled and told him that he could
He held her close?he kissed her ear
And then, at last, he saw a tear.
He whispered that she shouldn't cry
She looked at him and asked him why
"Because," he said "You are so hot
I fell in love right on the spot!"
So they got married in a year
And now, dear children, is it clear
Some guys are girls and that's okay
Class is dismissed---go out and play!
9. TRICK? OR TREAT?
I don't quite remember
I can't seem to recall
What first caught my eye
`Bout that old granite wall.
There must have been something
An ambiance strange
At that point in my cellar
The atmosphere changed.
All I know is one midnight
With chisel and maul
I attacked that old granite
And smashed out that wall.
Though my friends tried to stop me
And sought to restrain
The swing of my hammer
Their attempts were in vain.
Just as if I was summoned
By an order unheard
I broke down that wall
With scarcely a word.
Then, taking my flashlight
I peered through the wall
And saw there a sight
I did not like at all.
For there on a hook hung
A skeleton grim
And my blood grew quite cold
At its skeletal grin.
Its bony regard
Made me shiver all through
And it laughed such a laugh
I was creeped out anew.
"Sweet Cassie," it hisses
"I can see you're afraid
But don't try to run
Or you'll wish that you'd stayed.
"For I am the bones
Of your great-uncle Dave
Although you may wonder
Why I hang in this cave.
"The answer's quite simple
Let me make it clear:
I'm to prevent your passage
With horror and fear!"
"You're doing it well!"
I says freely to Dave
"But what makes you think
I would pass through this cave?"
"You can't help yourself!"
Cries he sort of wild
"You are under the curse
Of the Unborn Were-Child!"
"The Unborn Were-WHAT?"
Says I in surprise
"I speak of the Were-Child"
He calmly replies.
And then he proceeded
To spin me a yarn
With such horri-spine-tingles
I could only say "Garn!"
"Thanks for the spook story"
I says with a smile,
And then I proceeded
Past him for a mile.
For no long-dead Uncle
Can stop me when once
I've made up my mind
To prove I'm a dunce!
Now on through the passage
I saunters so brave
As bats whirl around me
I invade their cave.
And then in the distance
I hear such a howl
My footsteps grow quiet
At yon fearsome growl.
"I wish I'd a cannon
A rocket, at least!
For I've no desire
To be someone's feast!"
So I whispers real quiet
As the squelching begins
A soft steady sloshing
Approaches and grins.
Then I notices
And they glows a bright red
I grows rather certain
That I'll soon be dead!
Then thinking quite swiftly
I pulls from my pants
Some Twinkies and Ding-Dongs
Then I does my dance.
And I sings my song
Full of worship and praise
As at the thing's flippers
Those snack cakes I lays.
The Were-Child then gurgles
And gobbles them down
Then slowly and wetly
Its bulk turns around.
And back to its grotto
The Were-Child returns
As I race for the surface
Dark secrets I spurns.
And I rebuilds that wall
Out of re-enforced brick
For the fiend got my treat
But YOU got my trick!
.10. NIGHT WINDS
It seemed to me a boiling mist
That fog that knelt upon the hills and kissed
The cheeks of those who passed inside
That cloud-shroud realm where dead things hide.
But I was hot upon the scent
Of some strange evil---demon-sent
That on a lonely mansion fell
A horror that "no words could tell".
Or so said those I'd interviewed
In hissing voiced so imbued
With fear they scarce could speak at all
Of the thing that came to Chace's Hall.
The family gathered there to dine
At just upon the stroke of nine
Then came a knocking at the door
Unlike any heard before.
"Oh, Miss," one said to me in fear
"It wor unnatchral like, my dear
"It wor as though some dead thing stalked
Up to the house and knocked and knocked!
"Sir Birnham, though, he worn't afraid
And cried `By Hell! I'll be obeyed
Open bolt and bar and door!'
In fury thus he swore and swore.
"Young `Enry, Birnham's youngest son
Stepped up and soon the deed wor done
The door yawned open to the night
And there wor not no trace of light!
"Nothing there but blackness stood
Outside that door of carven wood
So `Enry `ee steps right outside
And there upon the doorstep died.
"Then silence reigned for quite a spell
Till Birnham shouts aloud `By hell!
W'ot game is `Enry playing at?'
And `ee steps out upon the mat.
"And then the great door it slams to
As doors unstopped are wont to do
And never was there found a trace
Of `Enry and Sir Birnham Chace!"
And now equipped with all these facts
I found myself upon the track
That slowly wound to Chace's hall
Where Unseen Death had paid a call.
It was my plan to spend the night
Within that manse of unknown blight
And solve the mystery if I could
Of the thing which haunted Birnham's Wood.
But servants make plans of their own
(I halted as one turned to stone)
As smoke now made my mind aware
That Birnham's Chace was burning there.
And truly I could not find fault
With those who sowed the ground with salt
Some things are best left mysteries
If mortals wish to sleep with ease.
11. THE HOUSE ON THE BORDERLAND.
The night came on as I did roam
There was no place I could call home
No place to hide me from the crowds
So I walked on beneath the clouds.
Ahead of me I saw a light
That glittered in the frosty night
It's glow was friendly?so it seemed
"An inn, perchance"---or so I deemed.
And so I turned my footsteps thence
And soon came to a picket fence
On yonder side I saw the glow
That offered shelter from the snow.
The gate was open?on I strode
My steps rang hollow on the road
Ahead of me I soon saw clear
A building cold, and gray, and drear.
The light had vanished from my sight
No spark remained to warm the night
I reached the door---I rang the bell
The sound was like a funeral knell.
I waited but no answer heard
"There WAS a light!" I thus averred
"There was a light! I saw it plain!"
Again I rang the bell in vain.
The house stayed silent, drear, and dark
It stood against the stars so stark
It seemed more like a sepulchre
Than any house where life did stir.
I tried the latch---that, too, was vain
And soon I felt a freezing rain
That once more slowly turned to snow
As slowly onward I did go.
The next day I went back once more
To see the house and try the door
But found no house where that one stood
And it is plain that no house could.
I found some burned out timbers there
And piles of rubble everywhere
A hundred years ago folks say
It was the House of Janice Hay.
But one dark night of snow and rain
Janice Hay went quite insane
She slew her children and her mate
And then burned down the old estate.
But travelers oftentimes remark
They've seen that house there in the dark
Looking new and freshly built
A house of horror, death, and guilt.
12. SOMETHING FROM THE OTHER SIDE.
Ellison Walter McGyver McGee
(A good friend to some but s moron to me)
Walked into his basement of shadows and gloom
In search of a mop and a rake and a broom.
The light wasn't working (that's always the way)
To which he reacted with total dismay
He said a few word that I cannot quote HERE
Upon which he felt a slight frisson of fear!
He peered cautiously round him but nothing was there
Except for a life-sized inflatable BEAR.
The bear was a gift from his ex-wife Diane
A bear with the mystic cognomen of Stan.
He had a top hat on the top of his head
And a bat on his shoulder that answered to "Phred"
The bat was a vampire of lineage so long
He had to recite it in story and song.
He sang about Egypt---he sang about Spain
He sang all the words that revolved in his brain
And the stories he told with such wonder and dread
Were all about creatures not living or dead.
Ellison Walter McGyver Mcgee
Laughed when he saw them with joy and with glee
Then shoving the bear and the bat to one side
He looked for his tools which had chosen to hide.
But as he bent forward and peered through the murk
He heard from behind him a sort of a "Gurk!"
Then glancing behind him he saw with surprise
The bear and the bat both had glowing red eyes.
Just then a huge paw swatted him on the head
And he fell to the ground as the bat softly said:
"Now for all the abuse that you gave to your wife
You will pay with your soul and you'll pay with your life!"
The house remained empty from that day to this
Perhaps cuz its aura is slightly amiss
But some say come midnight that one just might see
The specter of E Walt McGyver McGee.
AS he roams through the halls with the bat and the bear
Searching for something that just isn't there
He drifts through the shadows and moans in the gloom
Seeking a mop, and a rake, and a broom.
13. THE SELFISH SHELLFISH.
One day a selfish Shellfish squelched into the A & P
For a gallon of Tequila to dilute the Salty Sea
But the Woman at the Counter said "First show me some ID"
So the Selfish Shellfish grimaced as it tried to bite her
knee.
Then the Lady screamed and whimpered and cried "Help me!
Help me, Please!"
And she threw some Pepper at it so the Shellfish had to
sneeze
Then she pounded it with apricots---she pummeled it with
cheese
She pelted it with ice-cubes in the Home that it would
freeze.
Now the Man in charge of seafood---he came running up apace
With a shiny silver hammer and he crushed its carapace
Then he gathered up the fragments with AMAZING style and
grace
And he fed them to some kittens who were hangin' round the
place.
Attend me now, dear children, now I've given you the news
How the Shellfish would have lived---If it hadn't been for
Booze
If his craving for the bottle hadn't made him leave his ooze
Poor Invertebrate Inebriate---he's paid his final dues!
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