All Hallows' Eve Poem by Dorothea Tanning

All Hallows' Eve



Be perfect, make it otherwise.
Yesterday is torn in shreds.
Lightning's thousand sulfur eyes
Rip apart the breathing beds.
Hear bones crack and pulverize.
Doom creeps in on rubber treads.
Countless overwrought housewives,
Minds unraveling like threads,
Try lipstick shades to tranquilize
Fears of age and general dreads.
Sit tight, be perfect, swat the spies,
Don't take faucets for fountainheads.
Drink tasty antidotes. Otherwise
You and the werewolf: newlyweds.

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Dorothea Tanning

Dorothea Tanning

Galesburg, Illinois
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