wrap your big black bat wings around the trick-or-treat golly! lolly

and look inside the ancient amber sweet-on-a-stick

here’s the grinning skeleton billy boy

dancing his morbid jiggle jig

his funny bone vibrating verily

his ghost 2012 warts away

whispering scraps of secrets to a whittled oak witch

who doesn’t yet understand how to see with leaves

and the beautiful underbelly of the world grumbles

and the pumpkin seeds shiver

waiting to erupt orange faces

shouting of a once-common conscious community

and here’s the black fat mat cat

7 years good luck per whisker

the owl says hoo are you

tonight, you almost understand