Patrick Bower

cold Halloweens when kids had to wear
long johns under ghost-sheets

clumsy propping up bones
fuzzy spider web doorbells

rumors of

certain candy-coated foreign objects
in the hoards we carried home

a rush of footsteps in the hall
claws grabbing at our baggies

needles! the parents screamed

as we wiped
choco-strawberry glaze on
the backs of our sleeves

needles! we screamed too
and poked at each other’s eye
balls with sticky fingers


Patrick Bower lives in New York City, where he writes copy for a living. His poems have appeared in The Corner Club Press, 805 Lit, Sheila-Na-Gig,, and New York Dreaming.