Buddy Bee Anthony


Sidewalk Finger - Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

I ask, does he give good face?
she shrieks with moan.
It starts me up
to decorate my scream.

Vampire bats run shadows
off the neighbors patch-trick dangle slime
Fake fright on smelly kids creep-nod by a tombstone
that tells them so
suddenly, sullen things appear
bloody-orange fire
ignites within our reach
sweaty juiced-up goblins
shake a party step home
A casket full of bone spiders
willingly do horrify
Rustles tear at
fanged pumpkins in my head
as the wash/woman calmly folds
her witch broom corners
careful not to singe
the Shinola tinted skin
of her sidewalk finger.

Buddy Bee Anthony
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, January 1, 2018


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