Halloween Is Over

Halloween Is Over

A Poem by Casey Truax

Gather up the purple aprons;
Fill the steel drum with scythes.
Haul the panels and the shelves
And sit against the wall
With your wrists upon your knees.
Take the long ride home at night
And fling your ashes out the window.
Halloween is over, and the counts
Creep to their crypts;
The dry ice fog has cleared and left
The witches' cauldron bare.
The clowns wash off their makeup,
The knights hang up their mail,
And the trail that the scarecrows left
Is strewn with dirty straw.
Into the sun the cowboys ride
As mermaids to the sea;
The rocketmen burn out their fuel
And old soldiers fade away.
The molls have dumped their gangsters
And the gangsters gone legit;
The disco dancers left
Their silver sequins on the floor.
Halloween is over, and 
Creatures of the night
Can no longer pay the rent.

© 2023 Casey Truax


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...but they still do
Gawd how they still do...

Posted 2 Months Ago


Such a tragic tail you weave. The worst time of year when October has gone. Alas there will be next year. Good read

With love,

Matthew

Posted 5 Months Ago



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Added on November 1, 2023
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Tags: halloween, holiday, nostalgia, work