a little something for Halloween...
crude hand hewn maple
stained and flat stringerless stairs
nailed and open risers
menacing monsters
murky basement dwellers
treasured as our fears
who seeks the booty
must have a midnight strong heart
steady on the beat.
Bone dead fingers will
pinch bare ankles in the dark
that stomp a prayer
of desperate hope
that your brother’s touch is all
causing your pee to fall!
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like: things under the bed, boogie men (the got the bad rap), bad men (they deserve the rap), to name a few
I could feel some thing reaching through
for my ankle.
This poem is cause for a really big smile!