Friday, 1 November 2013

Day 469: Real Monsters

Well Hallowe'en may be over but that doesn't mean the ghouls are gone. The real ghouls I mean.
This poem may on the surface seem to be about Hallowe'en, but look closely. The horror and doom it describes is none other than an unhappy marriage.

All Hallow's Eve - Dorothea Tanning 
Be perfect, make it otherwise.
Yesterday is torn in shreds.
Lightning’s thousand sulfur eyes
Rip apart the breathing beds.
Hear bones crack and pulverize.
Doom creeps in on rubber treads.
Countless overwrought housewives,
Minds unraveling like threads,
Try lipstick shades to tranquilize
Fears of age and general dreads.
Sit tight, be perfect, swat the spies,
Don’t take faucets for fountainheads.
Drink tasty antidotes. Otherwise
You and the werewolf: newlyweds.


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  2. Good vibes. Everyday, all day. God Bless :)


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