Naughty Boy

The night surrounded
the small houses dark
chimneys and shaded
streets.

The stars
were pushed into
the black glass of
space and the ghoul
hue moon, that sent out
lanterns of splashed
Argentium silver, with
wind moans

Street lamps fought
cutting away the shadows
next door, to where one
dimpled boy and his parents
had settled.

The boy
peppered in freckles
hiking a mischievous
grin, eyes punched in
with malice and traits
of a goblin

Dennis he was named
It should have been Damien.
The boy set his peers
away from his spitting
mother, look what you
did she said she was
outraged red

while stabbing a
finger pointed at
his father
who had just
come down the flight
of stairs, hands sucked
to his head.

You won't hear the
last of this, he said, I cant
hold my news paper
because they are flaming
married together.

It was a stupid thing to do
putting super glue in your
father's shampoo, well?

Dennis wanted to laugh
he felt the chuckles filling
to the surface, ready to
burst, detonate. He bit his lip.
he didn't want to be on
the norty list.