Halloween Haiku

I.
acid rain eye drops
psychedelic brainworm infestation
simulated timeless afterlife

II.
pre-mortem autopsy
without anesthesia

III.
666 – 666 + 666 =

IV.
Catholic Church of Satan
satanic possession
papal exorcism

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Stone Jack

The sculptor-witch crafted with skill
   His model's eviler twin:
A stony Jack O'Lantern, ill
   And twisted-sick with sin.

He captured well the vivid eyes 
   That smile and look things dead,
The nose-hole where aroma dies,
   The mouth on curses fed.

Pleased with himself, pleased with his art,
   And, nothing left to do,
He gives it life in Satan's heart
   By yelling at it, "BOO!"

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The Good Witch of Boulder County

The Good Witch of Boulder County,
Running Deer,
Burns like incense
And blazes like a forest fire.
A caster of kinetic, connecting spells,
He curses days when his she-demon, Nicotina,
And his goddess, Marijuana, are absent.
All other days he blesses with wishes
That all would blessèd be.

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Tripping Weird

I’m all alone.
I swallow a tube of pills.
This is some dirty shit,
some real hillbilly shit.
Thirty minutes later the party starts.
I’ve invited some very strange guests into my head and house.
I’m very heavy.
I can’t remember anything…

“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Is someone here?
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
It echoes…
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
My voice is pale and ghostly.
It’s as dry as my mouth.
There’s a lot of talking in that other room.
I go to the room…
I’m afraid to open the door…
They’re on the other side…
But I have to open the door…
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
I open the door…
The room is empty.
I’m all alone.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…

Bugs are everywhere.
Bugs are crawling everywhere.
Big, nasty bugs.
Colors are dull.
Sounds are dull.
Everything is dull.
I’m dull.
I’m very dull and heavy.
I’m walking like Frankenstein’s monster.
I’m awake in a PG-13 nightmare.
I’m in my own Halloween Town.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
I can’t remember anything…

“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
I’m very heavy.
I go to sit down, and I plop down.
I’m very heavy.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Is someone here?…

I’m all alone.
Colors are weird.
Sounds are weird.
Everything is weird.
I’m weird.
I’m very weird and heavy.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Hello?…

I get up.
I’m very heavy.
I’m walking like Frankenstein’s monster.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Is someone here?…
I can’t remember anything…

There’s a lot of talking in that other room.
I go to the room…
I’m afraid to open the door…
They’re on the other side…
But I have to open the door…
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Hello?…
I open the door…
The room is empty.
I’m all alone.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…

I’m walking like Frankenstein’s monster.
There are so many bugs…
They’re squirming around everywhere…
Big-ass, nasty bugs…
crawling everywhere…
I’m all alone.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Is someone here?…
I can’t remember anything…

I’m awake in a PG-13 nightmare.
I’d better enjoy it:
I’ll be suicidally depressed for the next few days…
I’m going to feel horrible for the next few days…
That I remember…

I can’t remember anything…
What’d I just say?…
I’m all alone.
“ERIC! Eric, eric…”
Hello?…
Hello?…

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A Cradle Song

Sleep, Sleep, tender, mild,
Meaty, sweet & juicy child.
Sleep, Sleep: Sleep a sleep
Soft as is an infant sheep.

Sweet Babe, restful Lump,
Rest thy limbs & belly plump,
Jellied arms & legs & butt:
Every tender, juicy cut.

Savory, salted thou shalt be,
Season’d most deliciously.
Sleep, Sleep: Disease will both
Spoil thy meat & spoil the broth.

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A Hymn to the Almighty

Azathoth almighty, thou lord of all chaos,
   Who knowest not goodness, who knowest not ill,
Who knowest but freedoms and fetters are truthful
   And morals are lies which but fetter free will:

The sunlight hath flown from the swallowing darkness,
   Retreating to hide in——and worry——the west;
(For flee it doth ever the following darkness
   Which followeth e'er in eternal unrest.)

The night hath arrivèd with lightning and thunder
   And rain that delivers the joy of all joys,——
The joy of receiving, enclos'd in the darkness,
   Thy thundering voice in the chaos of noise. 

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