It’s a red-letter day but I can’t read the calendar,
A philistine second to none
The priest asks me if I’m saved but I’m too much a spender
And Halloween has just begun
I’ve gotten an attic full of poison ghosts a-plenty
A Jackolantern on the deck
I trick or treat oh-so-very innocently
Don’t want to give it up so quick
I’m dressing up like a spooky Friday’s waiter
Wearing an apron made of chains
I’ll eat too much candy but may pay for it later
Momma’s annual refrain
I’ve got an attic full of poison ghosts and phantoms
It’s really all just in good fun
They’re no scarier than ol’ Marilyn Manson
If you’d like, I could lend you one
Out from that lava,
Burned my eyes
Could see it with them closed,
Out of a golden white plume
My hand grasped for it
Wafted through the bird
One of us wasn’t real
Or else the dove
Is not capable of being tamed
My feet played the percussion of Medusa’s stairway
Young as they were.
That innocence was the manchild father of
And I had neither.
As I looked at her I saw
Exotic snakes I never feared,
My sword in hand.
All the old myths have melted
like snow on the street
Dripping water torture into the sewers.
Medusa is dead by her reflection,
But that only
by my mirror.
Welcome to the dollhouse,
The anthill, do you feel them watching?
Or are they behind that ethereal
There is no explanation,
Like invisible to the blind
So we assume it’s kind
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I may not know the bond yields in thirty years
Or the trajectory of the dollar
I may not know what these days will mean to me in years to come
But I know what they’re worth to me now
It razes woods
And raises smoke
Its rays can burn
But weld what broke
A fuel, a tool,
A scourge, a fire
Blight or blessing
Among the briars