The Beatnik's Halloween

by

Wesley A. Storer

He gaped at a star as he traipsed
It twinked out in a cloudy cape
Power lines droning their eerie surge
Like some hellish freakish scourge
Like violins before symphonies begin
Humming their tuning up funeral dirge
He took out his flute and gave a squeak
As the dark night his soul did tease
Like rain the withered dead flowers
The breeze the leaves in the eaves
A rain glow black cat gave him a fright
Paws glowing like blackberries in the night
He blew his flute and gave it a squeak
And the cat hastening its speed fleed
As the rain dripped from the bare trees
And then came the lonely howl of dogs
From a cold and clammy incoming fog
From that old cemetery down the street
Was the coffee house out here this far?
He recalled that old movie 'The Leopard'
The poor girl's blood coming under the door
His soul throughly purged and blurred
He took out his flute and gave a blurp
Like a poor bum in a rich man's car trunk
YAH MAN!!!
But a Rolls Royce is a beautiful thing
And it comforted him dauntless on
Such are the rewards of good thinking

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Loving You
by: Joey Tolbert
from: Brownstown, MI, US

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