The phone wont ring
I cant call.
It’s only momentary. Isn’t it?
Time drags like a chain with a Stanley lock on the end.
Waiting for my torn insides to mend.
All the kids out gathering chocolate. Real thin triangular touches.
That didn’t completely suffer in the sun.
The nights melting, all tears and rain
Candy’s running in the pumpkin
Limber burnt orange.
Bonds slipped, stiffened
Waiting for gabriel’s trumpet’s blowing
The end if it all
Equals
The beginning of it all’s future.
Everyday is Halloween
10/31/2008
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