Ghouls & Goblins: An American Tale
vacant eyes
staring into the faces
of the crowd passing by
zombies!
on Wall Street
moonlighters—
traders by day
zombies by night
“Honey, I'm home”
the great, empty house
the chaos inside
coupled with solitude—
driving me mad
minutes feel like days
stuck in this prison
•
starry night
mocks me
from my cell
monster:
an earless man
Elephant man sits
upon a tower
made of loneliness
pigeons on the railing
afraid of heights
ruffled feathers
you are my
demon to lean on
fires of hell
speak to me
•
whispers in the night
tell me:
“burn it down”
are you friend?
are you foe?
floating through space
no one here
to help
black monolith
obliterating existence
the rafters creek
the rope tightens
—a chair falls
sound of silence
is deafening
•
the siren's screech
humming in my temples
neighborhood cats fighting outside
scraps of a rodent
in the dark alley
beady eyes peer
from the hole in the wall
staring through my soul
watching my every move—
the old portrait
dark twisting
hallways
an abandoned mansion
scrape of a tricycle
on the hard wood floor
•
dribbling down his knee
a river of red
pours from a cut
blood circles and stains
the bathroom drain
binoculars
the pyscho next door
watching me
shrinking away from
bulging insect eyes
a chirping cricket
gone silent
in the dead of night
crop circles in
the corn maze
•
American Gothic
admiring the contours
of your wrinkled face
on the cusp of death
knuckles gone white
pale skin
stretched
over bony cheeks
hollow smile
haunts my dreams
over the sharp cliffs
of my dark mind—
I tumble
tonight—
the monsters will feast.
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Written in rotating order with Therese (1), Carla (2), and Caleb (3).