Poem: Trick or Treat


There is a frothing, raging

Demon inside of me –

Not a suave, cultured devil

But a pandemonium of torment;

A vicious, rabid animal

That wants slaughter,



I can hear the axes swinging

All around my body

A cacophony of profanities

Like a rookery

That has learned to curse

I could tell you to

Fuck off, Mara

But you’d only say

“The door was open,

So what good would there be

In asking

If you want a trick

Or a treat?”