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Pinwheels On Pumpkins
Lollipops for good little boys and girls
melt like tricks onto rotting teeth;
Full of intense flavor and colored swirls;
Nightmares freeze into all that spun sugar,
cotton candy pinwheels on pumpkins;
The wigged Jack O Lantern’s such a looker;
There is such a buzz hanging in the veil,
candied spiders pick up the scent;
To their nostrils it will never go stale;
You can almost capture the bands of air
that permeate raw fear through treats;
Still they walk wanting to collect their fare;
Specters and witches partner with a clown
to lay waste to this hoggish pile;
Sugar drunk they harbor a busted frown.
Copyright ©
Melani Udaeta
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