4 September 2012
I'd like to tell you many things; That my monster is imaginary... My monster is between my legs... My monster is a stuffed, child's toy, But you should know the truth.
My monster has eyes that You're afraid to catch looking at you... Red and burrowing. Big-browed and harrowing. He inhabits the closet... The space beneath beds, The shadows made by October streetlights, Or dark alleyways no-one wants to use.
He is enormous sometimes - big as bravery, And looks down hungrily on your house. He's small at times - loitering behind letterboxes Or in the toilet bowl beneath me, Sharp teeth millimetres from my precious parts So I cannot go.
And you should know, essentially We're quite happy in this symmetry: Man and monster... Him and me. It could be worse - we might be lonely. Just one thing: stay away from my cookie jar... Don't cause me harm, or my monster will Suck the jelly from your eyes Spoon out your marrow And make red roll-ups from your skin. Just saying.
Me & My Monster • Opuss № I