“Don’t you worry about a thang, my Precious Daughter,”  i consoled to Dewa during a recent autumn “I-don’t-know-if-i-can-do-this,” moment…  “Daddy will All-Ways be Here Now for you as long as possible, okay?  i Love You, Baby Girl…i think you are AMAZING!”

Round about the haunted 3rd Avenue homes 3 sacred friends go;
i a ninja scary clown, Joy and Dewa both Halloween cats…MEOWWWW!
Slithering under welcoming cold skies,
The night sings and chanst in wicked charm…

A horse, whose black hide painted dead bone white
trots along the massive, costumed crowd…
Ear of salamander, and toe of moccasin maker,
A head from a lost baby, a twisted wing of a bat,
Dewa and her Friend
giggle and jog into this charming, starlit facade of fear, death, decay, and come what may…
Smelly glands of adolescents,
the strains and fleshings of a stoned and/or drunken few
Durango is tonight a boiling pot,
and gurgles out of the stamp of summer sloth.

I love Halloween, the masks, the intended gore, the intensity of falling into winter, and the scaring of people… hahaha…

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