I swear there were slasher-pic synths in the air.
Pacing through the near-empty retail park, trees
Like corrugated iron in the rust, a Halloween
Double Feature coming soon to the cinema –
A grey wind tiptoes fallen leaves around my feet,
As I continue, jacket collar up, through late October.
My heart was unsure that I was quite alone,
Past the outlets and the abandoned concrete
Where once Romero dreamed of undead shoppers,
To the metal-tasting scent of mud and mulch
Behind, where the bicycle lane looms darkening.
A street lamp glinted into its reddish gaze –
Just how late was it getting? By the waterway
The faded eighties boys were kicking about
On stolen bikes, looking over their shoulders.
The underpass went reluctantly down a
Graffiti emptiness, its still waters broken
By footsteps of my quickening stride. I glanced behind –
Only underpass – the boys were nowhere now – and so
I fit the mask straps, cutting into the soft flesh
Above my ears – through its pinhole eyes I see
Now the night again opens like purple dread
Over the rooftops of the unaware.
Inspired by a brief walk through a charmingly abandoned retail park the other day. It was almost nostalgic, the quiet dread of the place. Late October truly is an unsettling, and beautiful, time to find oneself alone. Or seemingly alone.
I decided to take the notion of a “double feature” not just as a double billing for a horror film night as advertised at the retail park cinema, but as a duplicity, being both terrified and terrifying, hunted and hunter: either way, looking over one’s shoulder for fear of being watched…