This is Halloween


  1. Matthew,

    Because it is something I must do…

    October Country Revisited

    There’s a precipice near the year’s end,
    Not to fall from, but survey the switch-back
    I’ve climbed, the foot-sore, gravelly and ribboned
    Tail that twitches along the hillside’s hump
    In the barren colors October always dreams.

    Grinning ear to ear, later, the month splits
    From chewed stem to putrid node. The cold rots
    It from the inside out, a toothy Jack
    Gum-biting a bit of wax and doused flames,
    But still watching from its hollows for me to jump.


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