Aprop

wandering through the empty salons
as the stranglers whisper in my ear.
once these pages dripped with words
now they lie naked.
neglected and exposed to my intrusive probing.
ghost town, ghost town...
the song is fading as i am.
amber jewels are scarcer now.
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your words waylaid me in my stride
its been a long while since i was back here
and may be a while ere i post again
the wells are all dry
and i choke on alkali
but....

oh blessed darc
tis again all hallows eve
and my year long affliction
has been aloed
with a mystical salve
i can hear ye cavorting
out thar in the lune light
wit voices so perky
and ye ever so pip
ye ghost lads and ghoulies
wit peppermint lips
ye monsters and minxes
ye tricksters
ye treaties
and i who ve been trapped
a pillar of sun hobbled granite
can feel my joints oiled
and blood rush to my limbs
amid the intimate chafing of lichen and moss
and a sense of the urgent
eet peals like a bell
pursuing bats out of heaven
and daemons out of hell
my angst doesn t lessen
as i hasten down frum the wold
whar the mountain is hung
wit secrets untold
nor does it abate
as i mingle among
ye costumed affrighters
and i join ye in laughter
and i lead you in song
as we leave by the gate
and plod up the lane
you ll never suspect
until it is too late
whan the thing most scary
is the thing you might see
so good neighbors be wary
ye isn t ogling ME
as i reach around
way in the back
and scritch whar it itches
and loong *SIGH* with relief
ere ... i rejoist up my breeches
and give a tug at my sack

-iam ?