Hallow Goodbye
As the sun sets
and night creeps in
the howls that we fear
grow ever near
The evening of dread
is upon us now
as the shadows come to life
to take what is theirs
What started centuries ago
as a somber religious tradition
honoring souls long dead
has become corrupted
beyond all Earthly recognition
So now every All Hallows Eve
the hungry demons
in an array of clever disguises
pound on our barricaded doors
demanding sweet sustenance
in keeping with the scourge
of modern consumerism
We try to put the horde on ignore
by cowering in darkness
but their ravenous persistence
rules the night
as guilt forces us
to open our homes
and allow these little terrors
to devour and pillage
what was rightfully ours
Now those of you enamored
by the tyranny of cuteness
will no doubt criticize
my sharing reluctance
as an act of selfishness
but while you are busy exchanging
the pics of this evening
I will be stuffing my face with sweets
for I am
and will always be
the toothless Grinch of Halloween
Creative Mixologist
All the best poems
I have never written
float above me
like ethereal vapor
in invisible thought fragments
never creatively consummated
These clouds long forgotten
may someday bump together
and coalesce again
into a digestible format
to someday be potentially
solidly processed
into a poetic concept
that hopefully makes sense
in this freshly refurbished version
Die Generation
Sugar and spice
your head in a vice
Morbid Misty
Dead eyed youngster
zombie child of Hell
plays with voodoo dolls
while chanting ancient incantations
Pulls the wings off flies
on her Tik Tok
influencer channel
to the sadistic delight
of her fellow online
macabre mites
Such a precocious little terror
is this soulless spawn of Satan
Part of the next generation
who will one day
put away childish things
and devour those who came before
who today finds her
little girl horror show
so cute and adorable
tied with a bloody bow
of “she’s harmless”
fatal rationalizations
our future nightmare
will never outgrow
The New Imperialism
Our noble Real Estate King
in his glorious continuous quest
to acquire only the best
high end properties
has tagged the Martian landscape
as a HUGE
investment opportunity
for his personal financial
windfall profits
Rest assured
his five star hotels
are gonna be luxurious
and decadently opulent
in keeping with
the Master Builder’s golden brand
Attracting only the best guests
of the highest quality
with his out of this world prices
to keep away peasant riff raff
from smudging the marble floors
with their commoner’s presence
Clearing the land and pesky native aliens
is gonna be a costly endeavor
but we manipulated taxpayers
for the cause of greed patriotism
will foot the bill gladly
under the glorious banner
of national venture capitalism
Cynical Sauce
The point…
Why does there have to be one?
Or a moral to the story?
Shit happens for the sake
of happening
Random circumstance
should be celebrated
instead of being denigrated
by losers whining about fate
Bastards begat by bastard dicks
who were too selfish
to wear a fuckin condom
I hate these pricks
almost as much
as I loathe myself
and my pointless
self pity poetry
that is neither therapy
nor interesting
Clumps of matter
killing time
while taking up space
Just like us
Maybe that’s the point
Peter Pan MIA
The siren blares
Robbing me of dream completion
The abusive Clock I labor for
and it’s authoritarian partner Economy
demand I yet again
don my battle gear
Into the fray
this weary warrior
trudges off
to the spreadsheet battlefield
with only his diminished wits
as a survival shield
from the brain rot mentality
of corporate monotony
Far removed
from the playground anarchy
I walk by every day
on my way
to Big Boy Land
I seek a boost of energy
from the chaos I envy
of kids running and jumping
every which way
Feelings of melancholy
descend upon me
as their shrieks of joy
fade in the distance
the nearer I get
to my sterile cubicle prison
Imagination
Once so full
and unabashedly free
when we rode these swings
Dries up precariously
once we leave
childhood games behind
to wear these burdensome chains
of adult responsibilities
Shields Down
A coaster and saucer
saunter into a bar
seeking flat surface hook up
with willing cups and glasses
on a table or counter preferably
where they get it on traditionally
Though both accessible platforms
do insist
on being on the bottom
of any fleeting
one on one relationship
Tonight our lonely heroes will find
diminished demand for their kind
in this selfish
residue tolerant existence
where stains are the norm
and safe contact
blemish prevention
is sneered at
Death by Arrogance
As the dominant species I am
I go wherever I damn well please
Out and about on a brisk hike
with Nature beneath my feet
to get the exercise I need
Came to a stream
I thought I could cross easily
So unassuming it was
in width and depth
No big deal if my shoes
got a little wet
But I misjudged
the power intensity
of the current
as mere inches of rushing water
took out my sliding feet
toppling this arrogant man
who hit his head on a stone
you could hold in your hand
and drowned in an obstacle
I failed to respect properly
Space Oddities
Here in the invisible
to current human perception
fourth dimension
of galactic existence
we be parallel Universe tripping again
Baking a very illegal
atomic overlay
antimatter souffle
in a black hole pan
that few comprehend
Reverse Earth refracted
in the invisible
continuum mirror
is replete
with scary contradictions
many of which go against
the rigid laws of physics
The trip to enlightenment
ends far too soon
as it always seems to do
Welcome back to Nowhere
Our pitch black
prison home
tightly guarded
by dogmatic ignorance
Protecting the ancient
rote inconsistencies
of how things have always been
is the exclusive
dominion of truth
We take solace in the fact
that all it takes is one crack
in the soon to be crumbled wall
to let the light
of new reality flood in
Star Struck
The velvet evening
finally is spent
Twilight sky rolls in
right on schedule
on the wheels of existence
Sparkling stars bright
that had once ruled the night
with confident arrogance
are now reduced
to dying specks of light
But rest assured
the stars above
never truly leave us
They don’t get turned off
like a cosmic light switch
They just become victims
of excess background
solar illumination
from our very own sun
which is incidentally
a star in it’s own right
So come the dawn
the sea of stars
we have always
wished upon
will all be subjugated
by the impending
blinding sunrise
But please do not despair
my disappointed friends
for our far out
celestial companions
still hover over us
and shall return
to reclaim their sparkle
when the returning dusk
yet again commences
stgreenie 
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