Midnight Tonight
We’re on the corner of Meet
and Meat Streets the bats fly
out of someone’s butt
it’s blood lite tonight
at the tavern
come on out for a bite
We’re off and running
to Zombietown
Mar-a-Lago faces alight
each ghoul drops
its own conspiracy theory
come on out for a bite
We’re down for midnight
at the cauldron of dumb
in the monstrous ochre web
there’s nothing here to see
officer it’s all right
come on out for a bite
Werewolves rend and
vampires tear and no one
hears the screams
I’ve got stakes and silver
bullets for the fight
come on out for a bite.
Doomsday
Rocking out to the wine
and the wind and the bite
of them both and the cold
we waited for that never came
so what are you doing
for doomsday? I’m gonna wear
that red dress I didn’t wear
all summer and don’t know why
I’m gonna wear those new shoes
finally too let’s see ‘em
and I keep hoping that someone
will call me on the phone
Richard bit his cheek
eating fajitas and now
I’m tired of hearing about it
and the wind between hurricanes
is so soft and so sweet
let’s have yams
instead of Spanish rice.
Important
People think stuff is important
whether it is or not
I share the list of nothings
just to be part of the club
we meet on Thursdays
drink tea from a Thermos
conspire to bite those scones
but then I cry
because it’s Halloween
the happiest day of the year
when we party
with our dead loved ones
then someone on Facebook
posts a recipe for goulash
from Vlad the Impaler himself
and it makes me happy
at least for a little while
it’s the little things in life
that are really important
after all.
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