The capitol of October

Pink rectangle in my

Rear view mirror proclaims me

One of the saved

Or damned as painted

Zombies throng the town with possible real

Plague as children swarm crowding frozen

Floats for candy

The radio pops 80's mad world as

Garlanded skeletons toast from

Ironic Adirondack chairs as if

Death is a punch line to the old and

On vacation as if

We always knew the road that they travelled was paved in gold

They will never go hungry

Never get old and gray or they already are and

The joke in fact is on the living no global warming

Where that happy couple goes

The zombies will pack their brats into crowded restaurants

Shell out against retirement funds to

Sate the next generation

October remains weirdly green

Jack Frost just a runny streak on my windshield

A photograph of olden days