Halloween 9/11 Poem by michael spangenberg

Not that Walmart restrains buyer's choice
undead armies of vampires, zombies, mutants
wrinkle witches, even barking hellhounds
were lurking in every corner in most of
Halloween's home-sweet-home backyards.

Unlike other main street alley-cat teenagers
over-populating the rainy days of Halloween
the villain came from the dark, barely escaping
the misty fog without horrendous horror-mask
offsetting his kinda nakedness with a trendy
New York City's knickerbocker baseball cap.

Hemorrhage - why had I to find out the Hard way
that open, transparent faces are not
necessarily safe, or less dangerous
why had I to bump into baseball-cap Mephisto
that fateful San Francisco evening?

With supreme irony, smiling miles-wide
at me, the stench of infinite decay, overwhelming
rotten teeth colored between mellow yellow
unto tobacco-brown.

Licensed semi-automatic gun in trembling hand
not less fully aware of his 2nd Amendment's right
to unsophisticated, hysterical gun violence
cold-blooded gun-point, right at my open forehead
didn't care to ask for money, even children could see
my humbling resemblance to homeless, astonishingly
penny-less, defenseless bumps - besides what can a
demon do with world currencies, even major credit cards
are No No's in severely backward Roman-Catholic
dungeons of Dante's purgatory, not to mention Hell.

Do grim reapers entertain themselves by faking
King lear or a Hamlet melodrama, while shedding
random blood during the heist of Halloween, to
turn children's imaginary into genocide, just for fun
whatever his psycho-analytic deeper motives
the persona-non-grata sociopath pulled the trigger
took a real shot at me, +∆˚¬ (...) .

That gracious goodness, Lucifer's AK-15's unloaded
I survived to thrive and write this little piece
was it on purpose, inadvertently, criminal negligence
or gambler's luck whilst Mr. Hyde's acting Joseph Stalin
playing Russian Roulette with my precious life
I'm not a cat, supposedly it would be my only life
nasty, brutish and quite short indeed.

Did God, totally undeservingly, gave me, just like
awarding the come-back kid Frank Sinatra, a 2nd chance
I know not, but found out later that every second
of the hoax was carefully recorded, You-Tube channeled too
the mark of a very good commercial is that it's so funny
that people will seek it out, find it online, and email it to their
buddies so the devils can share a chuckle.