The Thirteenth Corridor of Skulls
No use playing trick-or-treat
Tonight or any other night
No one will answer the door
Even though you sense that someone's there
A former cranial living-room
In the land of Nobody Ever at Home
A prayer for the lost ones
They are as frightened of us
Are we are frightened of them
His mind free of any lingering puzzlement
The Flaneur continued on his way
The Mystery of the Barber Pole
Cinema wrapped in a mist
Not visible to the naked eye
Never ask a Ouija board a question on October 31st,
You might not hear the answer that you wanted to
Suitably neo-noir edifice,
The sort of hotel where
David Lynch stays on Hallowe'en
Music thumping through the quietude
Out on the dark water
A party boat passes by
Soul kitchen clientele spend the haunted holiday
In the voodoo lounge
Bookstores are repositories of nostalgia,
Remember radio and records?
Remember books and Thanksgiving?
Spent enough of my life as a dusty old scholar
This year I'm dressed-up as a lawyer--
A particularly scary costume
Dropped by a gloomy courthouse bar
After a busy day
Defending the indefensible
Really lit up the place...
"Hello, girls...
Bottoms up!"
Bottoms up!"
31 October 2014
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