11-01-2022, 09:20 PM
Halloween 1963
Costumes didn't matter.
What mattered was the camaraderie,
our gang going to the school carnival
getting sugar drunk on punch
sticking our fingers in a bow of spaghetti
the guts of a fake corpse,
then the night itself,
going door to door,
drunk again on our undying friendship
doused with laughter
as we feigned politeness to the adults we feared
more than any make believe monsters.
Innocence was our only disguise.
Costumes didn't matter.
What mattered was the camaraderie,
our gang going to the school carnival
getting sugar drunk on punch
sticking our fingers in a bow of spaghetti
the guts of a fake corpse,
then the night itself,
going door to door,
drunk again on our undying friendship
doused with laughter
as we feigned politeness to the adults we feared
more than any make believe monsters.
Innocence was our only disguise.