I love the ambience of Halloween
One eerie night a year
Leafless trees stretch and gently scratch the moonlit sky
Gothic sentinels oversee reincarnated ancient rituals
Pale moons chase scared shadows into sacred corners
Dry leaves rattle across vacant pavement
Skeletons from discarded graveyards
Through streets laden with goblins and hobgoblins,
ghouls and ghosts
Jasons and Freddy Kruegers, and Disney posers
and a host of unimaginative greed mongers,
Cries of Halloween apples
ring hollow in the ears of those
who know the ice-in-the-bowel fear of an undone zipper.
At the party
the hostess ( airhead ) introduces the me she knew yesterday
a lithe redhead says she knows me but doesn’t recognise my face
I insist I’m not myself tonight
Satisfied she explains her philosophy
I think I am a fridge because when I close my eyes
the lights go out
but when I open them
they come on again.
I speak seductively about open-womb surgery;
she delivers a discourse on midwifery.
It is halloween and the scariest thing in the room
is this long legged redhead without costume.
I offer to take her home
On the way she insists she is a witch
I laugh incredulously
I chuckle, chortle, I even guffaw!
Until she puts her hand on my knee and I turn into
where I ask the desk clerk dressed in black
for a room with a deja view
Not again? he inquires.
In the morning I awake
alone … and afraid …
fear is not having someone to hold.