The last of the ghosts
rolled out with the fog that
fell on the morning after Halloween.
The last of the wrappers
crinkled and crunched, pushed
under the couch by a foot unseen.
The rest???
Costumes I saw: 3 muskateers bar, Phantom of the Opera, Snowstorm, a cake, Indian princess, Hitler, a cadaer, Antarctica, a prisoner, a zombie
9 comments:
Nice poem. Ever thought of getting yourself a cold garret - with a small gap at the side of the window that allows access to powdery snow when the wind is in the north? And an ever-present bottle of half drunk bourbon on the mantleshelf over the cold grate, bought with the money you saved by not wasting it on food and fuel?
Am I allowed to make a small critical suggestion?
Well, if the window was not in my house or did not let in the cold then yes. I like my comforts.
Similarly, the bourbon would have to be drunk by someone else, since I don't like the taste of alcohol.
And yes, please do. I never take offense at critical suggestions, and especially not for this one.
Hitler dress is not adequate in my opinion.
You also saw Jesus of suburbia :D
?? Who was that?
Me!!! :D
Jesus of suburbia=song by green day about a punk kid that was a stereotypically punk. (hoody, ripped jeans, etc)
But you're like that every day....
YEP! I'm jesus of suburbia! :D
I love that song
Hehehe... You saw Antarctica? What's a "cadaer"?
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