in the spirit of creepy shit, here's a halloween-ish poem i wrote for Denton Spoken Word Collective's recent chapbook, released at the dead poet show last Thursday. the book is full of lovely poems written by lovely people, and the cover was designed by the incredible Annavittoria. it would seem everyone had a lot of fun reading at the show (i did- i think- i'm pretty sure, at least) and as a bonus, i didn't get in a fight with the bartender.
remember candy is terrible for you and zombies aren't real and drunk driving is for assholes. Xo.