So what if he comes?
I'm not surprised anymore,
Same old obsession.

-Jamie F. Nugent

The further out West,
The madder the mad people,
I love the mad ones.


-Jamie F. Nugent

January is a serial killer,

January is a climbing pillar,

January is a ****** stain,

January is a crashing train,

January is a spider bite,

January is a sleepless night,

January is Eliot's contradiction,

January is an infinite affliction,

January is a lacerated heart,

January is the very worst part,

January is a poison potion,

January is death in slow motion,

January is a *****,

January nevermore.



-Jamie F. Nugent

Good Witches do not

wear dresses of peonies

they do not say

“I am a Good Witch”

they are not

caricatures of happiness


Good Witches wear

sunsets like cloaks

they run with

bare feet

exposed limbs

and snake hair

through forests and foggy minds


They jump over stone walls

laughing as the

sticks crack

beneath them

they drum their midnight black claws

against tables

as if they were raised by wolves

and divine your future

in sidewalk cracks

modern-day Cassandras,

better listen

listen


they do not say

“I am a Good Witch”

they smirk, bear fangs

forked tongues spilling magik like moonlight

and make you figure it out yourself

This where I lie
All because I tried
Which will be on my mind
Till the day you die
-
I await your fall
And get ready to crawl
Into your vengeful dreams
-
I sit here and wait
For the upcoming date
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock.
And it never came.