Lovecraft Baby

 

Sickly bodies produce the sickest lines

a yahoo from back east, evilly divine

or is that divinely evil, he ain’t no gent

he’s an agoraphobic shaman from Providence

 

His pen is his savior and his door to the world, an

unwell magician of the tentacle horde, he rots in a

prison of his own design

a New England master or monster divine.