God help me
with neighbors
like these.
All night long
I hear nothing,
but blood curdling
screams.
Its an orgy i know
i can tell from
the red lights glow
and the flickering
of flesh
Dancing across the window.
Their shadows cast
such humble appartions.
as they stumble to
their cars
and do a daisy chain
with the ghosts of perdition.
Last eve was a dinner party
a most glorious affair
with stalin and hitler,
and hippie who
put a flower in
Odin's hair.
On Samhain
my neighbors chant
at the witching hour.
Praying to a pterodactyl,
who rains a gold shower.
They lay out an altar,
and cast the virgin spread eagle.
as i watch from my window
my eyes glaring through the peephole.
I look to the cross,
and look to the steeple.
But I never go inside
because I fear all people.
God help me with neighbors
like these.
It's morning now.
A golden sun casts
itself across
a birdbath with beautiful features
I think of my neighbors,
not as people
but as heathen creatures.
I wonder if they know
how I see them
with my eyes
and my shock and awe.
I wonder if they notice,
if they ever notice at all.
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Submission Name: All Night Creature Feature
