Halloween

Allhallowtide’s ebb and
flow of candies and other
secular consumerism.

Obliged
to consider
purgatory.

How I smelt the discarded innards
of my neighbour’s pumpkin over yesterday’s
bifurcating fence.

Guising
sounds so
civilised.

Once upon a time,
white sheets were draped as ghosts
tricked along safer streets.

Pet dogs
too ugly to need
a disguise.

Stingy Jack,
the Devil and
turnip terrors.

That myth
of LSD in the
popcorn balls.

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