Canto LXI

Behold, tonight’s the night when our fair town
becomes the stomping ground for ghosts and ghouls
as accountants transform into Counts

and housing market speculators howl.
Your gyneacologist is now a zombie
and Croydon catwomen are on the prowl.

You have mutual permission, it is okay
to dress like someone you might call a weirdo
provided you all do it on the same day.

Tonight you can freak out and remain shallow,
go make a scene, drink till you’ve filled your skins
and save your inhibitions for All Hallows—

the day when all the saints come clocking in.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 14, 2012 @ 00:39:27

    I think Halloween would be right up your street…Wolf Man of London and all that.


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