(July 14, 2018)
The mind gives up ghouls,
and fear provokes the quick looks:
What? No popcorn?
Silver-backed windows signal:
Is there something watching me?*
- (The comment on the haiku of the same title explains: I figured out the scary guy in the reflection of the rolled-up no-see-through modern auto side windows was, indeed, frightful. Didn’t look a bit like me. Was full of danger and fell intent. Not me at all. I really was looking between the spaces each car and SUV and truck left for boogy-men and gobbed-hoblins hiding. They never hide under beds in my universe, but inhabit the darkened spaces your mind paints over in midnight hours. Popcorn would have eased my pre-fright fright. With extra butter.)