POEM: Halloween

Sequined October is a match head struck
While we put on our masks
And do our best
To scare each other to death.

We stumble into ourselves drunk
With death
Walking dashed yellow lines
On snakeskin roads - Find
Day old candy
Hardened with ripped paper edges
Not quite as sweet as we’d remembered

Everything rummaged through
Old pillow cases
A beggar’s holiday
Where I hold out an empty sack
And wait for it to be filled.