Some of the old black and white
classic 'Creature Features'
still create escape for my world-weary psyche.
Like old friends, they can turn back the clock
to the comfort of simpler and sweeter times,
times when there was no real terror or fear
beyond those tangible celluloid creatures;
a time when innocence had yet to experience
the 'real monsters' in the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem