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Slender Man

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In the season of rain and deepening night

Drowning shadows of summer

When roads veer to stranger destinations

Beware the hitcher

Round the bend


Standing crucified in our dying day

Rays ailing through his slender form

Thumb flicking like a dying worm

He patiently awaits us

Round the bend


Old time hat shades his hungry eyes

Bat-chewed coat of old October br...

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Don’t Pick up Hitchhikers

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At least 80

If I see tomorrow

I shall see the sunrise


The settlements were fragile,

Yet at the same time, strong


A descent into madness –

Resurfacing at Thursday Club


I’m always happy to stop for a hitchhiker

Over the years I’ve had

Elvis Presley and Lord Lucan as passengers

But everyone thinks I’m lying


Slender Man, Enderman, carrying things,


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I Need You (a Halloween ode to companionship)

I need you 

Like Dracula needs a neck to suck
Like Hannibal lector needs victims to cook
Like Jason needs the 13th day
Like Micheal Myers needs teens to slay

I need you 
like werewolves need to howl
I need you
forever in my medusa scowl

I need you
Like Vincent Price needs bats to keep
Or like Willard with his rats that creep

I need you
Like Freddy Krueger
(I see you when I'm sl...

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October Collage Poem: Sacrifice

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People die for what they say - a sacrifice

I would say.


Promises unfulfilled in darkrooms


my pen massages,

carefully and lovingly

the waiting page.


She is everywoman: sacrifice, laughter, death.


U kip I kip we all kip


running saved her life

she is all giving


the painting of the dog, howling


she is all-giving, all-taking, all-lov...

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Winterfylleth (October)

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Winterfylleth (October)


We die! We die!

scream the old men

of the trees,

as their grip slips

from skeletal fingers

holding them aloft.


They fall to earth

in a blaze of golden glory,

coming to rest

at the feet of

great oaks, sycamores,

birch and elms.


Rustling in their cardigans

of orange and amber

like dry skin


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