Halloween

The witches tune
sung to the moon.
dark skies
and goblins
coming soon.
bauhaus plays in
the background of the
room, its gloom
here in October
the perfect
place to be.

No October Needed / (you always run to sleep)

his footprint
across unlit
pavillions
distilled
to where
the air
is no longer needed
like a diamond
or the light
in a spark
dancing across
hot wires,
moons reflecting
on the surface
of an owl's eye
in the blink
of the flapping wing
the drop of a new tear
cleanse the wounds
and pains yet
to appear.