Foam frankenstein monsters with binbag capes
Bed sheet ghosts and DIY devils
All half-arsed make-up and that same plastic nose
Used for the warty witch costume over and over
Since 14 years or so ago
Us bin liner clad kids with time running out
Scout for houses with jack-o-lanterns
When we chant trick or treat we hope for a sweet
Though old biddies keep stickers letting us know
We're not welcome
And the clock is ticking we go home before 9
And end this ritual at age 12
As long as you have a family in tow
Can you call the day festive at all
But the TV still boasts of a spooky halloween
Wild parties, confectionary and ghosts
Yankee sitcoms show specials every week!
Their customs are elaborate and serious
Costumes take months of foreplanning
And houses are strewn with statues and skulls
Front garden diaramas could rival
Dickensian Christmas back home
Kids and teens are promised sacks of treats
Twinkies, hersheys and candy corn
And you don't get headmasters
Warning children against bugging old ladies
Because halloween is for all ages!
Not just kids in binbags and a plastic false nose

"Tell me"
he said, as he sat on the bed
"What does it
feel like to be dead?"

My words were
swallowed by the fear
what if
he wants to be here?

How could
I possibly explain?
The empty,
drowning, screaming pain

I looked through
my feet to the floor
What way
to tell him where I could be sure?

I put
my arm through his chest
and held his
heart and gently pressed

He sat not
breathing, completely still
As I removed
my arm, he looked so ill

"I see"
he said, as he sat on the bed
in the
quietest whisper "I don't want you to be dead"

******* man standing at my door,
he's going to steal my floor
It's time to go to war!
Boom goes my gun!
I better run!