orange pumpkin face
slashed into an evil smirk.
ghosts and goblins cheer.
monster madness
crack in the visor.
i see your discolored truth.
man in monster’s clothes.
hope is the day
the stretching of morn.
the slowly opening eyes.
the beauty of hope.
wet duvet
a shower of snow
shaking out white wet feathers.
i hear the ducks squawk.
runny days
the day’s soft underbelly
warm like strong whiskey.
soft as comfort.
jingle jangle
holes in my pocket
can’t keep my coins from leaving.
if i get some coins.