the alarm was set. There were three minutes still
and all was black.
The wind crashed the trees, like dark, stormy seas the cliffs,
warm, balmy, tropical. Spicy.
Not All Hallow’s weather.
Clinging, swirling summer’s cast off clothes – making a giddy waltz of the wallflower.
One. Two. Three. One two three onetwothree wheeeeeeee
Spin in the corner Follow the leader Spinning laughter at the last rite the left the turn the absurd living dead the dead living
The alarm was set too early.
And there’s a black storm brewing…so they say.