How a Vampire Celebrates Halloween
Last Halloween
In my
basement
found an undead
you know
a vampire.
He looks normal
except
his skin the color of white
bedsheets
and
long fingers like talons
thin
like a needle with
total black eyes
kinda creepy
flat
matte in a glossy-coated
world.
It’s true what they say
the undead
with their hypnotic voices
which
compared
to
surround sound
not so impressive.
This Halloween he’s
answering the door
help pass out candy.
I’ve dressed him up as a vampire of course.
He appreciates the meta
laughing and talking
suddenly
about blood and coagulants
his butcher friends
and breeds of pigs
grades of color
smell of iron
and how disgusting boat noodles are.
I nod and pretend
to be horrified
because
really
he’ll never know blood
like I know blood
that crampy
endless flowing weight
which feeds
the miseries of this undead world.
Now
some candy.
