Halloween falls to the children's knees and imaginations.
Fall Thunder [Poem]

Halloween falls to the children's knees and imaginations.
But your feet made such rude remarks to the wait-staff.
"You can come in, but you have to replace what you break."
Record, she’s a creeping spider.
Blurring and delineating your face in the darkness of memory.
The best it can do is bite me.
I knew in high school something. Even then ...
I did not want a stranger to know my blue-bagged shame that began unwrapping in the car...
Her mind is as confused as a sunny sky dropping down the rain.
I'm sorry I didn't buy us tickets for the dance.