Poem: Nightmares On Mainstream

The finger knives were the thing that hooked us, if you’ll pardon that obvious pun. We were so into Freddy – a horror ghoul with no heart and soul of his own, but he’d rip open that garish red and green jersey to show you the swirling souls he stole.

Quite how they made Elm Street so user-friendly, so watcher-ready, all music video hues and camp comedy-h…