October 30, 2010

It was Halloween when it came to be
That the light up pumpkin stared at me

His sewn up mouth and holes for eyes
Had come to be what I despised

His home was on my neighbor's porch
Into my mind his face was scorched

I'd seen him there for all October
The month had passed with me sober

Until the night of the thirty-first
When I was overcome by my thirst

I walked to the corner store
Passing by the sidewalk whores

I bought myself two bottles of wine
The moon was rising, it seemed to shine

And as I passed by my neighbor's house
I began to scream and shout

For the pumpkin's eyes were set on me
It was so explicit, anyone could see

It gave me such a major fright
I slept with all the lights on that night

It was Halloween when it came to be
That the light up pumpkin stared at me
-Alison Smith