October 31, 2016

Charlie Brown, we are always looking
For that savior to swoop in
And bring us a bag of treats -

Candied apples and Peanut Butter Cups.
We spread a plaid, felt blanket
Next to the cool, stone wall,

Wait in wonder for a specter.
Is this the basis of all war?

"A pumpkin as no legs,"
You claim. "He will never
Saunter in, like Santa the hero
Of Christmas, laden with toys
For good girls and good boys."

Take a knife to his face.
Give him the expression
You deem he craves -

Frightful, happy,
Ridiculous triangle
Eyes and nose.

Light a candle to burn
Inside the cavern
Where you have removed

Guts and seeds and stringy
Insides. Cook soup.
Warm your tongue.

Bob for apples and seek
A spirit who may never come.

This is Poem #189 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.