The Night He Went Spontaneous

Begins with lidded pumpkin bowls ,”waste of money,”
he thinks as he slurps the first course.

Later sidewalk pumpkins screach,  jackolantern flickers on his stoop
(“stupid landlord”), orange moon rises above orange-doored walkup
across the street. Orange neon light sputtering COME IN.
City black’s his color,
suddenly he turns orange,
                   feels his spirit assimilate
                                    then combust.

©Gay Reiser Cannon * 11.1.13 * All Rights Reserved

Posted for Claudia’s Poetics @dVersePoets Pub and for G-Man’s 55 Flash