Let it whatever, be!
You can't change chance!
Only conjure its preliminaries.
Cited in will, maybe!
Halloween night is supposed to be scary
Peopled by spooks and goblins, most of them hairy
But where I come from it's quite festive and merry
Sugarplums dancing, accompanied by faeries
Then there's the time-honored custom of trick-or-treating
'Course, as any trick-or-treater will tell you, it's all in the eating
But where I'm from we dispense with the preliminaries
Just one thing on our itinerary -- confectioneries
Now as to the matter of witches on broomsticks, cackling high overhead
And the spirits and ghosts that allegedly rise up from the dead
We don't subcribe to that spooky nonsense
What we do is burn incense and sniff frankincense
Not to leave out the garish jack-o-lanterns' macabre grins
The eerie haunted houses with their swinging skeletons
Sorry to disappoint you, but we simply dispense with that stuff
~ In our nudist colony, where tradition's remade in the buff
October 23, 2018
Old Jackster's been bad, so what is new
Been naughty since way back when
Really not ashamed to admit it though
Kinda proud how I did it back then
Girls all clamoured for more, more, more
Was only too happy to oblige
Not long after the preliminaries were over
I immediately hit my stride
Ride 'em cowboy screaming like a banshee
Those were the days of my youth
Now all I can do is scream like a banshee
The sexual part has gone poof
Still works okay when I dream at night
Been a while since I was a cub
They say the seventies are the golden years
I'd rather be that handsome young stud
© Jack Ellison 2014
We treaded beneath the harvest moon
cursing the viper beneath the hideous act
that had left a man gibbering "Ave Maria",
too frightened to predecease his age mates
he lay lifeless on his death bed
a cosy platform made of fine bamboo
and his eyes spinned as if in a hex
drum beats acclaimed our arrival
at the abode of Sango the wizard of wizards
of course we had with us a black heifer,
snout enough to entice the gods
we entered the rounded hut willy-nilly
and quietly we fell on a Columbus skin
the accustomed comfort for the doctor's guests
the famed hermit displayed his aptitude
arrayed in mysterious amulets he looked creepy
and sure indeed our ticks palpitated
dancing in circles marked the preliminaries
before moving on to palpate,
his already awe-stricken patient
slowly the patient was made to gulp
a mysterious potion from Sango's secret recipe
which we all thought tasted like tonic water
that was one of our visit to a warlock
and sure enough it proved fruitful
for the patient -that- was lives to tell
of how magic had beat science
Rendition into the past, the blood stained walls.
The patterns line the inner workings of the mind.
Making these dark days bearable, and detestable.
Filling the empty space with forgotten memories.
Freeing the mind from the lack of reason, taken.
Respond to florescent light with shriek laughter.
Needing a day off from the melancholy, the pain.
Maybe not the pain…it cuts the boredom…
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