Trick or treat smell my
Feet give me something good to
Eat. It’s tradition.
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Skeletons dance with
Clacking bones and black hole eyes
No meat on their thighs Full moon rises and
The werewolves howl it’s time to
Run and eat and growl
The veil grows thin on
All Hallow’s Eve, even if
You do not believe
In 5th grade I wore
Garlic on a thread around
My neck. Vampire fear.
Pumpkins growing out
Of compost heaps might be the
Most magickal of all
You shouldn’t trust a
gazpacho recipe that
Calls for canned tomat.
Throwing up outside
Beats throwing up inside at
Least thirteen to one
New glasses mean I
Feel taller, now that the ground
Appears so detailed She said, I can see
Your eyes better now. I said,
I can see yours too!
My honey biscuit
Strategy is thrown off by
Not enough honey
Should be cleaning the
House, instead cleaning mind of
Dusty old haiku
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