was a night
just a night
nothing special
late autumn
and i found myself
walking
in the old neighborhood
where we once had a home

and our house stands before me

on the eve of it all
as we sit
way up here
on the cusp
of all the madness

and we watch
as all the streets below
filled with little children
all decked out
and ready to go

angry faced pumpkin
with jagged teeth and sharp eyes
fire rages within

ding dong goes the bell
please give us lots of candy
cute little beggars

blood dripping from chin

it's kinda eerie, isn't it?
i heard there was another one last night
Sally heard the screaming
and by the time the police could get there
Leslie Hemphill was hacked to ribbons

oh let's snuggle under
the big gold and red trees
and talk of hobgoblins
in the chill of fall freeze
tell of tales of horror
of screams and hollow pleas
the monster starts running

i sit here
in this dark
and cold
empty closet
sometimes
a mouse runs by
other times
i just sit
with my head
against the wall
and eyes wide open

a big red smile
is painted on my face

not much i can say
in the early cold of morning
with a heaviness in the air
my throat all scratched up
i can barely speak
but who needs talk anyway
at a time like this?

my neck, as you see it is long
through it i will belt out a song
a melodious sqawk
though i can't even talk
i'll sashay and sway right along!

i'll sing about feathers and such

across a crowded cafe
i see them sitting there
sipping cappuccino
or some such coffee drink
a man and a woman conversing
perhaps a first date?
they seem a little jittery...uneasy

it's trickling
down the side of your face
and yet it hurts me so
to see you cry
rain from your soul

i'm sure it's been building
and building and building
in utter dread
for this day

the patchwork trellis
where wildflowers grow
and ivy
and wisteria
the stranglers
it arches over
the darkened doorway
with broken glass
and weathered wood
splinters protruding

how does it feel?
after the rain
when the depth
of the storm
finally settles in
and you shake
yourself dry
and look for the sun
through all the clouds

and you walk
through the puddles

oh he flits about with birds and bees
and swings around way in the trees
shakes his fanny high in the air
walks round buck naked...he don't care!

he rolls around on shopping carts

our eyes lock
somehow
amidst of a sea
of people
all screaming at you
trying to
jump up
grab your clothes
not me
i just stand
and stare
affixed
to you eyes

eyes of power
eyes of fame

mmmmmmm...
and doesn't your back feel nice
as i rub my fingers slowly across it
very nice
is that sweater cashmere?
i was gonna say

cause it feels so good