Halloween Slight of Hand Trick

             Don't be sad pink cat I'm coming back out of the night but it's cold so

      I might not be the same in the morning

          but you liked that about me 

    because even though your eyes don't add up when you're speaking straight

             at me above the noise of your girlfriend's spazzy heart attack 

   as I nuzzle you with a slow dance the others think is 

                                                             because of the size of my

  but wasn't all that a long time ago when the silences promised

one more go around

  when all I wanted was to lie to you for no rewards

to the ones for whom the night-birds dance

                against the scarring mother of the moon

   who holds out my drugged meat in one pale hand

and with the other waves goodbye

            as the roads recede beyond the waterline and I'm glad my pockets are full of 

      stones I picked up beside my mothers gravesite that winter when I killed

    a rabbit for to see the eye-gleam fade out like a movie star 

in a bad ending

                  hoped for by the fans

      who all lined up when I was a kid in my too-big coat

which hid my shaking arms when 

you passed by with a dark look in your

dark eyes because even though

you were too young 

the woman in you knew that what I was feeling

was pure death

          is what I seek on Halloween when the deer-mother trembles

the fallen leaves and the night birds call to eachother then

fall silent when these hands I thought my own

tie clever knots around the old wood which tells me nightlastsbutforyouIdontexistexistexistsexistextexistexist 

--Elan Webster