Sunday, October 11, 2009

Charles Harmon

MONSTERS OF ENERGY (Tricked Out Treats)

Headlights blazing yellow
Gulping oxygen, puking pollution
Tricked out pimpmobile ride--
Violence Escalades.
Hell, Hell,
The gang's all here.
Drunk, stoned
Driveby Halloween partiers.
"Damn! I just hit
My little brother!"


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  2. Teenage Halloween with drugs and such. I'm not sure whether the last 3 lines are supposed to be cute or sad. The theme of the poem does touch on a serious and sadder side of that night.