Morning After Halloween

[JoelJosol]

The masks last night worn under the Halloween full moon

Were kissing each other on the floor unmindful

of the beer cans and confetti lying around them.

 

Strange masks, each one celebrating death, blood, gore

When the wearers meant to enjoy life to catch a glimpse

of wandering eyes that may find themselves locked in yours.

 

In this side of town, every night is Halloween

As hands catch another, lips locked with another

Sucking life in from each other.

 

Every morning exposed by the window light are bodies

littering the floor from another night of revelry-

Bare and unmasked.

[Aleksandra]

This poem makes me smile, Joel. It's very original, very ironical. I don't like this kind of holidays, but people are getting excited, and you wrote such a wonderful poem in correspondence with this day by expressing very real things. I loved this line: "In this side of town, every night is Halloween". It's very clear, your idea and message.

 

Thank you so much for sharing this very nice poem.

 

Aleksandra

[tonyv]

The part about the masks made me smile, Joel. I remembered how my mother told me that she was appalled when her little boy (me) no longer wanted to wear the friendly ghost or cat mask he had worn on Halloweens past and wanted instead something hideous like the ones you've described. I told her that she should be relieved: the real psychos wear the friendly looking masks ... in order to trick their victims into trusting them! So, thank you for this seasonal treat.

 

Tony