Wednesday, July 11, 2012

3775. HALLOWEEN AND DEMONS

HALLOWEEN 
AND DEMONS
In the resourceful fell of a late October moon,
those crazy, loopy kids in costumes are now
genuflecting before their idols : character
dolls I never know, wizards, whores, bakers,
chiefs. The low smoke of someone's new fire,
billowing out of a rooftop chimney, curling around
the neighborhood's now funky sky. Little demons
parading with bags. Everybody wants to be, something.
We have the Druids lolling on Nature's hay bales. The
archfiends, with their knives and sabres. The mad
witches of Halton Grove, riding their proverbial
broomsticks. Why not, these nut-kids say, why
not; every hole is fit for something. I can only
nod and agree. I can only nod and agree.
 

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