Writing short Halloween poems may have been the one thing that got me through the parties I stumbled through last night. Here they are. Let's go buy a turkey.
Timothy unwrapped his "fun size" Snickers bar; full of
rats, again. He could hear the Petersons cackling for the next six blocks.
In a fruitless attempt at a spooky holiday prank, Jerone slipped
off of the stool and hung himself on his front porch. But he won first place in
the “scariest front lawn contest” so it was worth it.
Pietro was once again
stuck at home fending off trick or treaters, who were these children and why
did they want his candy?
Ron was reincarnated as a jack-o-lantern, he came to life just
as Alice, his ex girlfriend, began carving into his face. That is so Alice.
Reaching into the bucket marked “TAKE A HANDFUL – PLEASE!” no one expected to pull
out a fist full of human teeth.
Gurren wore a t-shirt that read “THIS IS MY COSTUME.” When
Gurren removed the shirt at the end of the night, as did the skin from his
"Now that the jocks
are in on the Samhain ritual, Halloween blows." moonbeam kicked rocks down
the sidewalk, mired in existential doubt.