Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets..
with eyes dark and vacant
as an empty mouse hole,
looked down from his lofty
Feet dangling over a crescent Moon.
Halloween had come again.
All the little children
were scurrying about from house to house,
collecting their useless tidbits
During the year as always,
ignored he was, no matter how
how loud he yelled down through
The children didn’t like him.
He supposed it had to do with his lack of skin.
It was just skin.
Who needed skin on the moon?
But Halloween had come, and for one night a year
the children looked up and saw past his
lack of skin and smiled.
And he smiled back and even waved
at some who stopped and took the time to
really look up.
He knew it was fleeting,
for soon Halloween would be gone.
and the loneliness would return.
But he reveled in their…
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