The Next six poems
1) The Lost Thought
The thought she had
When she went to sleep
Was
“Do my mommy and daddy miss me?”
The thought floats around
As sleep drowns it out
Her little head rests
As her thought is sent
To the mailroom
That is in her head
The skeletons who work there
Are trying to help
Every night to resolve a lost thought
So that when she wakes up
She won’t have to worry as much
They gather together
And read the thought
They look at each other
They agree
It’s time to bring back the interpreter
2) Unified
“Okay my fellow witches, tonight is the night we do what is best
We come out and give everyone a fright fest
Maybe with some screams and howls, and some of our pet cats…What?
What do you mean that’s not scary? Movies? Horror movies? But these are kids,
They’re supposed to be scared ON HALLOWEEN! What’s your plan Bertha? Oh, ok all right”.
(Three hours later)
“Mom?”
“Yes Jason?”
“THE WIFI IS OUT”
“We will fix it I’m sure we can…”
“No, mom you don’t understand, my laptop and computer are BROKEN
And I can’t find my charger! I’M SCARED MOM!”
(An hour later)
“Well, Bertha got to hand it to you. Oh, nice touch on making sure his parents’ wine was
Spilled, but next time we have to make sure once they’ve solved everything,
Make sure there is wine. We think we need magical brews,
But parents don’t have that. Wine must not be spilled ok? Ok. Cheers everyone!”
3) The Black Cat
You may think
The black cats are suspicious
Especially on Halloween
But really all they do
Is keep the streets clean
When the children run amok
Or steal all the candy
Or egg houses
Or TP houses
The black cat shows up
A parent to the street it lives on
They scare all unnecessary trouble away
And creep back into the shadows
Of the trees
Where they live
With their family
In the darkness
In suspicion
4) Candy
I walk alone
Getting candy by myself
It’s Halloween
And all my friends are trick-or-treating
But I go to the dollar store
And just buy out
Till my heart is content
5) Damaged
She comes out of the room
Mortified
It appears on her wall
There is blood dripping down
She calls for her mother
Her mother comes in
And complains about the house having to bleed on Halloween
Every damn year
The girl looks confused
As the blood is oozing down
Then the lights go out
Along with screeching
Her mother yells out
“I won’t let you eat any of the candy this year if you don’t stop it!”
The house’s issues subside
And the girl wonders
Well, that’s where my candy goes every Halloween…huh…
6) The Apple
The apple rests
On the ground
Perfectly red and ripe
But as time wares on
The apple is gone
No one wants it now the seasons have changed
Now it lives soon again
In the form of
Its offspring
