It's a Nightmare

Here's a charming little sonnet I wrote one Friday the 13th:

Nightmare

 by Mark Alfred

Enveloping, it chafes and smothers you;

You have no warning; then it is too late

To keep from seeing what no others do.

This is your private torment; yours the gate

That leads into the hidden, dim recess

Of every misbegotten lust and dream.

For nothing here forbids: no foul excess

Can be denied in this dark-litten gleam.

Your self is yourself’s  pris’ner, and no cell

Could grip with clammy clutch to such intent.

Awakened, you must sleep, and who could tell

What horrors lurked in sleep, or what they meant?

It seems the grandest terrors still remain;  

Your pleasant, daylight heart must bear the stain.

Come back on Monday for more trips down Halloween Lane.  Now, head on over to Spock’s Record Round-Up for musical fun during Spooky Spock-Tober!
  

Munsters at the Ball

A few more images from the Munsters' visit to a Halloween party ...

 Marilyn is so funny!  As if anybody could lose an eight-foot-lug like Herman Munster!

 The hostess may not appreciate what she sees ...

So, does Herman look like a knight, or a welder, in that helmet?

See you here on Friday, for more spooky silliness.  Head on over to Spock’s Record Round-Up for musical fun during Spooky Spock-Tober!
  

Macabre Public Images

 We-e-elll, they were SORT of public.   If you were riffling through the mags in a newsstand.

 From the depths of the October, 1980 National Lampoon, we see a demonstration of why it's so important to watch out for trick-or-treaters.

Granted, this panel by comics great Joe Orlando is illustrating a youngster in the middle of his first purple drug haze, but it's still pretty darn creepy.  It's from the September, 1979 National Lampoon.



Head on over to Spock’s Record Round-Up for musical fun during Spooky Spock-Tober!  we'll see you back here on Wednesday for more detritus from the Autumn Country.