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Hallowed Limericks, Even

The night of All Hallows draws near
though the reason is somewhat less clear;
The reigning esthetic
is Gothic-Poetic
and sugar eclipses all fear . . .

The idea that spirits abound,
that The Dead ever hover around,
is a lie straight from Hell
and a fable to sell
souls and sugar, per ounce and per pound.

Halloween: put a mask on the mess.
As a nation, we ought to confess
that our sin’s overflowing;
our evil is showing—
we’re due for a trick, I would guess.

Using candy, they settle the score:
secret weapon in Lucifer‘s war
for this treat dietetic
we’re pre-diabetic,
dressed up as the ghosts that we are.

 

Down for the Count

Here’s one to get you IN THE MOOD.

Bela Lugosi’s Dead by Bauhaus (1979)

White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack … Bela Lugosi’s dead.

The bats have left the bell tower / The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box / Bela Lugosi’s dead…

Bela Lugosi’s dead  –
Undead, undead, undead…

The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time’s dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom / Alone in a darkened room: The Count

Bela Lugosi’s dead… Bela Lugosi’s dead... Bela Lugosi’s dead…
(Undead, undead, undead…)

Belas batsYes – this is lowbrow poetry…
It seems silly 30 years later. But I like the  Reggae-Dub rimshots
and the freaky-spooky vibe. Sort of a funereal Bossa-Nova going on…
(I had this poster of Bela Lugosi on my bedroom wall as a kid.)

BEYOND UNDEAD HERE

Down for the Count

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White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack … Bela Lugosi’s dead.

The bats have left the bell tower / The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box / Bela Lugosi’s dead…

Bela Lugosi’s dead  –
Undead, undead, undead…

The virginal brides file past his tomb / Strewn with time’s dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom / Alone in a darkened room: The Count

Bela Lugosi’s dead… Bela Lugosi’s dead... Bela Lugosi’s dead…
(Undead, undead, undead…)

Belas batsLets hear it for 80’s proto-Gothic bands. Yes, I know – this is lowbrow poetry…
seems kinda silly 30 years later. But I like the  Reggae-Dub rimshots
and the freaky-spooky vibe. Sort of a funereal Bossa-Nova going on…
(I had this huge poster of Bela Lugosi below on the wall of my bedroom as a kid!)

Pure Poetry.  Every last word of it.  Yup.