Faceless

Belated Halloween Poem.

 

Faceless

It is past dusk, another curfew dust,

All Soul’s Day gone and gleaned

Mother Moon’s lipstick shadow

Not a man could wear such

A plump smile

Full face so kind to light that festive night

And the only evidence

Of a Hallow’s Eve : I have

An untouched plastic candy-bowl

Because the children know

The prime location for that night’s treats

Making my loneliness

Such a misery – a trick : street walking :

Alienation

Is having no mask

When the world is drenched in façade,

And the reality

Of our futures have gone

To better climbs,

To find an edible evening

Sweetened holidays away

From their own malady of neighborhoods

Outcast is a street without trick-or-treaters

Isolation is a candy-dish without tiny hands

Grabbing their able fingers

Worth

 

And now, I’ve developed a cavity

From the bite-sized

Snickers.

An aching tooth.

A hole needing to be filled.

Loneliness, wanting to be recognized,

Is a snicker

Unable to cease its hunger.

 

The moon is draped in a shroud

Like my existence

Faceless…

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

well, you've pulled the bottom out from under my day...hey, pass me that semi-sweet one, will you...