Saturday, October 31, 2009

Pumpkins in Plainfield Part II

I remember
in the dark

touches like snakes
phantom fangs

but contact nonetheless

and now
on this
my only festival

they prance
in catsuits
at my bars
flaunting reprieve
before dying eyes

half-moon smiles dancing
across goddess faces
taunting me
as if my pain were some kind of joke

and all I can do is smile back

For this is Halloween...

(A horror beyond all reckoning)


Note: The first edit of this was really, really bad. And silly. Sorry about that.

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