10/31/2025

For ghosts and ghouls I hold no 

shaking knee terror, nor

do my dreams reel and scream

with a black fear of the already dead and gone–

I am scared of the slipping of my own mind,

that feelings once more important might someday

lose their shimmer glimmer in

the boring placidity of age;

that I want to always remember

orange October and Halloween and costumes,

Mom and Dad by the handout bowl,

splitting the nightly earnings with Jeff,

ear to ear and easy to keep in mind

how good we had it.