this halloween 

i see for the first time

that evil abounds  

halloween 

as the sun rises

the sky darkens 

 when leaves snow

too many to count or catch

we spin the giving up

all our worries compost here

where spring’s bluebells grow

 torrential rain

alexa volume up

she can’t hear me

 whatever

the sea zen

swim

 there is

nothing i can say

is there

 a single beach 

has as many moods

as i do

without truth

they wear funny clothes 

to deceive you 

 the boys of autumn

rid of the smell of smoke

tucked up in their beds

 nowhere

is full of nothing 

waiting for you

 i’m stopping here

with my back to the future

the shadow has past 

 a tumbrel 

is just a charabanc

until you arrive