The Psychotic Jack-O-Lanterns Poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell

The Psychotic Jack-O-Lanterns



Jack-o-lanterns line the streets
like psychotic pumpkins

Frost is in the air, and I can see my breath

It is breath/it is autumn/it is Halloween

God is in the air

and the god of evening is upon us

godblessamen

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