my ghosts and demons are not dressed up in cheap costumes
looking B movie extra ready
my zombies aren’t privileged youths indulging adolescent fantasies
in my world demons wake you up at 3 in the morning
haunting you with labyrinthian thoughts of debts and closed doors
or arrive in recycled grey envelopes from the taxman
with impossible demands to pay them twice the amount of your last refund
my ghosts are the second guesses
regrets that hang like spanish moss
or Miss Havisham’s tattered bed curtains
in my world we’ve shuddered at thoughts of an unwanted pregnancy
where masked reapers harvest the stillborn
snatching happiness from cradles
there are no doorbell ringing hobgoblins here
in my world they make pre-emptive strikes
exploding you with tricks like crumbling bodies
and sixteen kinds of crazy shit a day
in my world we see through masks to skeletal truths
held together by abstractions, chewing gum and thought ghosts
so if you are wondering why I don’t appear to be into Halloween
its only because its something that sticks around all year
tricking and treating unceasingly
David Trudel © 2013
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