I
between
blinding
fire-bolt
and its
afterimage
burned on
retina's negative,
darkness
II
between
the lightning
flash
and the crash
of thunder,
between jet's
speed and sonic boom
silence.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Halloween Is Afoot!
Let's
celebrate this fete
To
death and the departed
Where
the surreal
Takes
anarchy out on the town,
Making
mischief in every dark corner.
What
other night can you see
Plastic
skeletons with glowing eyes
Hang
from trees on nearly every corner?
Or
watch the witches flying low on broomsticks
Lift
warty noses to bite into caramel apples,
While
red demons dance across lawns
Hand-in-hand
with dimpled fairies
and
push doorbells with pitchforks.
You can
hear them giving shy “thank yous,”
After
candy is thrown into
Their
gunny sacks of souls.
written
November 2011;
published
in Blue
Hole: a magazine of the Georgetown Poetry Festival 2012
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