What the Jack-O-Lantern Knows smiling your flickering gaze to smoldering grin. Says, Hey come here often? softening to There is a light inside, yes there is. A fire inside rages yes inside my head, I tell myself I been flaming since seedling days. This? I've had since… before an animate hand flicks blades up, me spilling my guts, I've always wanted to carve something out for myself. O world! Round orange porched lights O-shadowing a pleasure and fear. Hybrid like a gourd's giving. An acceptance speech living in the golden age of navel gazes. Says, gooped and scooped me! Which you already know: I see you hollowing me, haunting.
— Adam Powers