Headless He stood in front of me his neck a stump without a head. In his hand was a note on expensive stationary scrawled in

Headless He stood in front of me his neck a stump without a head. In his hand was a note on expensive stationary scrawled in
October brings Cool mornings Birthday celebrations Ghosts wondering If they should go To parties of those They used to know. Vampires trying To remember What
POETRY, GHOSTS, AND VAMPIRES He told me that he loved The warm breeze on his face The smell of pine trees And water on granite
The ghosts That haunt us Can wait Until Halloween. We’ve all Had too much Wearing masks For two summers It might never End So in
Dark waters Behind glass Dark shapes Covered in spines And slime As cold as death No pretty tropical pets Are these creatures From my nightmares
Quiet words A whisper in the night The cracks of twigs Wind sings Through the Oaks and darkness A faint flash From an overhead plane