Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Eighteen Winter 2008 |
Halloween Chris Crittenden yellow triangles hover like aches, ignes fatui in the gaze of charmed squash as children giggle, guised as old scratch, zeus, hobgoblins, wraiths- rabbits and wolves, pookas and pucks, refugees from sarcophagi- reapers, angels, rakehells, sylphs who cackle as they skip, juggling snickers and groans, while the wind knifes barrow leaves, lofts them like clouds of derelict spiders; and the moon lubricates her black-cat eye with a cloudy witch-cape rush. |
About Chris Crittenden |