I want to have Halloween in my own house.
I want to have candycane sex with her
In the next room
Even if she is an import.
And to take my children trick-or-treating.
I want to share bear-claws with friendly
Neighborhood cops in the morning,
So I can say,
Look, ma, pa, I have finally done something.
I want to hear the rain patter on the roof,
And the secret squeak of things
Intruding on my property.
I want to take part in the gossip
Of all the neighborhood’s suicides,
And to stand on my front stoop
And watch unfaithful couples break up
And blow away like leaves in autumn’s wind
As the spooks come out for the full moon’s holiday
When we take off our masks
And housewives walk the street
In red licorice stilettos, giving away candy.
I want to have Halloween in my own house.
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