Through Rectangle Windows

the witch, wizard, skeletons hang

like a morbid cemetary.

 

Stare, scare and gather

all the candy.

(I’m willing to provide)

 

Your flesh has been changed

to hanging threads of monsters

trespassing my dark yard,

repeating a mantra,

So it goes,

this October date.

 

24 Oct 08

Dave Barber

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