The Pumpkin man

Every year, when the leaves turn brown.
The pumpkin man, comes to town.
He straddles confidently into the square.
And steals the first child sitting there.
And though this may seem mean and frightful.
We’ve come to terms, and find it delightful.
For the pumpkin man, like the Krampus in winter.
Knows which boy or girl is a sinner.
And punishes them for their terrible ways.
For their nasty manners and idle malaise.
But fear not, for he brings them back.
A little wiser, in that pumpkin sack.
But for his trouble, we all bequeath.
For him to keep the child’s teeth.
For a pumpkin man, though true and dandy.
Must go through all that Halloween candy.

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Auspices

Candied appled smiles that dapple this heart.
Pulling the pieces back from the deep lagoon.
Resetting them like a Picasso in reverse.
Hope is irresistible, dancing on my fingertips like butterflies.
After years suffering those gloomy caterpillars.
Fresh Artic water rushes my soul.
Cleansing all that had rotten within.
Funnel down this love into me, fill me up with the golden light.
Can you see the truth in this statement?
A tinnitus ting-sha in my eyes as I consult the i-Ching.
This heartache is wavering.
Threatening to collapse while strength begins to blossom in the cracks.
Cotton candy turns over this dusty broken soul.
Lighting tiny lamps in my heart for love to follow.

Feed the beast

Unhook the stars this time.
Swallow the sun.
Careful that hand that feeds.
Food for the beast.
Swallowing hearts like no-one’s business.
Gobbling my soul like sweets.
Those knives covered with sugar.
Arranged in the mouth so delicate.
Do not cross the line. Do not feed the animals.
Dancing like monkeys on sticks.
Throwing sparks and sulphane, pieces of God and my pound of flesh.
Strip my bones of these bite marks.
Give me your eyes so I can watch this from a far.
Your animal heart, always hungry.
Forever feeding the beast.