Jitter Issue #2
Just a Shadow?
Skeletons of leaves dance in the graveyard near thepumpkin patchThe hour I've been most anticipating has arrived onraven's feet at lastIn the rock candy large brush strokes of a droolingpaintingCreated in yon distant pumpkin towerWhere once was conjured up the still much discussedHudson River Valley's premier jack- o- lanternThat has long rested in a hand that no longer knowsits headAnd is attached to the ghastly riderWho has a laugh like bedsprings rusty and squeakingAnd who needs no vocal chords to do his speakingAs he pronounces that he will haunt your dreamsforeverOnce it is him you have been meetingFor he is the king of all fearAnd once it is his name you hearYou too will agree that he isThe overlord of all misrule and disharmonyAs he once was and will forever beNightmare without endAmen.
Ken L. Jones