I want to grab your stem , carve you like a pumpkin

Scoop the fleshy seeds out of your pulpy core

Roast them in my oven for a late-night snack.

I want to sculpt your grin like a jack-o’-lantern,

Using a flick of the wrist, a flip of the whim

Shape your lips into the mouth of my choice.

I want to create the cast of your eyes

As wicked and decadent,

Abandon you totally to a haunt of despair.

I want to hold my breath in baseless superstition,

As I lodge my pagan fire in the hollow of your shell.

And I want to trick your treats

Under this absent midnight moon.

This eve belongs to lost souls and sinners.

Confession and contrition are too holy for us now.

Copyright 2013

(For the Ninja of Japanese Beetles)