Eve of Hallows Night
for Jóhann Jóhannsson
My wife
is my Eve
and glorious reason
for being -
A child
of the Valley
of the Dawn
On this eve
she weaves
into me
and now
and ever shall be
my past
present and future
even as the sun sets
on Halloween
So let’s do some choreplay
and remember that she hates it
when I clean the floor
with the leaf blower
then have to adjust
my tinfoil halo
and in the end
work harder
to be a good man
if only for
for the sake
of being a good man
as part of mankind
like Marcus Aurelius
My Eve on this eve
can be kind
but she also decides
if I will grow
a beard
that would
put the ‘No’
in November
Saying
in her sweet Brazilian accent
that if I did
she would not a-kiss
her husband
Like the ink
on Joanna Angel
So it goes
But you
like me
can find
the one
and when you do
they are the one
through all time
from time before
to time after
and now
So now and then
why not
expect a fight
and learn
how the one
can almost always find
a way to laugh about it all
because froggy went a courting
and he did ride
sword and pistol by his side
seek and you will find
Because in the end
the love you give
is equal
to free will
like a turtle
standing on back of a turtle
all the way down
into the second arrow of time
that flies on
to the hallowed night to come
and if God wills it
she and I
go through the singularity
playing Leonard Cohen
waiting for the Miracle to Come
Baby let’s get married
we’ve been alone too long
let’s be alone together
let’s see if we’re that strong
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And stronger than
clouds and rain
that was in ancient China
something by another name
we rage against the machine
and false leaders
and fight for the time
when all turns into light
in the year 2025
or 2525
or Googol
that we might
go into
that long night
together
conformal geometry
through the eons
that will shatter our bones
and we become dust
the destroyer of worlds
and have no mouth
but must
scream
Alive, she cried
For she and I
see meaning
in the Zodiacal light
that guides
and we lift up our eyes
to the hills
where does our help come from?
It comes even from the Lord
no Christian Conservatism
life is for the living
and JWST
shows us
a universe breathing
Chaos
and Erebus
and dark winged night
and the second arrow
of time of Eros
will turn today with love
to become
not today
and tomorrow
does not turn to the past
writing a poem
while I’m supposed to be at work
supposed to at work
but thinking of later when
my wife
on this night before
will carve
a pumpkin
no hollow men
but maybe a hollow head
and the light within
that glows warm
by our home
Until the moment
of Halloween
and the setting of the sun
when our black cat meows in different tones
to lay at our door
deadmau5
Do you want to know more?
This is the plan:
no sacrifice
of any e big wave surf trip
to spend instead
the weathering of a roof
yeoman’s work on a sailing ship
through clouds and rain
secured from a yet another
Hurricane
like Helene
For we will build again
for when
not if
other storms come
from the Gulf
and trade up
our inflatable hot tub
to stone
that our roof be strong
and she and I might surf
with our home safe
beneath our great Oak
strong
that no wind can force
any king of limbs
to come down on us
like an enemy within
that brings the nothing
and crushes us
while we are sleeping
to trade this entangled Earth
for cold vacuum
The ghosts come
on all Hallows eve
and will tell them
Go away Ghouls
Go away Ghosts
Go away Goblins
Go. Demons.
Take the treat
Play no trick
and we will give you candy
But on that night
after the kids go by
and perhaps a teen
our plan is simple
we’ll stay inside
and watch a film
called Mandy
