Chicken Necks and Bones

This Halloween eve morning, even pigeons on the roof drag leg, as if they've hired on, to zombie parts...or chicken necks and bones. The crows fly, more or less of them, cawing their omen cawl of 'cawrumba!' or 'cawabunga!' For now, the single eye of sun up, cheers, while, dances of the dead must wait their cue, perhap'...till eve'n come.

The chemtrail'd skys, the lousy lies of media, of candidates, both poised to take the helm of our land, to rub 'the red button', with their wolf teeth smiling, as the nation giggles giddy of the fondling of their dear desire, as we all await 'the end to come'. Wait for Halloween to dawn...at midnight's bong! Oh god, save saints and sinners from the times to come.

For now, just get along, and have ...a 'Happy Halloween everyone!'


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: google art