they emerge from the wooded neighborhood ridge and fringe at dusk
into breadth of lawn
& limb.
witchy chicks
casting banter n bitchcraft.
teenage dead end dreamers tipped in black magick lip gloss
& glitter, their
genderfluid familiars &/or wayward boyfriends apparate
in the street pink cloud spinning wheel,
& hawking bile.
****** stella smile.
swallow a hex, send a snap, tongue along his neck
promising to fold bodies before sunrise.
the effervescent gasp
of post-ritual clarity.

in the house,
is a kid.
a gig.
the devil with a younger grip.
& the kid thrills on a bit of the ol’
         u l t r a v i o l e n c e.
****** videogames, ****** anime, ****** mayhem n melodic music.
he is a conduit of dark energy.
a pure blooded offering of the stone age/video age,
mind in a kind of kaleidoscopic way.
he is me.
bred on televised bucket slime ceremonials.

she checks her purse.
drugs & snacks & juul & a pretty dead bird.
a daughter of delphi watching your kid.
tending to him.
trending him.
popcorn smelling him, the texas chainsaw massacre on vhs just before bed.
palace of teeth n twigs.
just a short walk to the edge and then its bath time.

             the demon version is grisly and cruel.
             the angel version is starry-eyed and adventurous.

to conjure some
  thing,
at the cliff jumping.
it was fun.

The distance.
A long empty void stretching over the ocean.
It’s a pity a paper cup phone can’t reach that far.
I have so many things to tell you.
I have sent you so many kisses with the western wind.
The distance.
A dark and empty silence.
It’s a pity you can’t read my mind.
I have so many things to explain.
I have ideas for us, that I’ve dreamt up all day.
The distance.
An battle easily won.
It’s a pity we have to fight at all.
I have so many things to show you.
I have a love that I can’t communicate to you fulfilling.
The distance.
Eats at me everyday.
It’s a pity that it is a diminishing expense.
I have so many things I feel for you.
I have the memories of how I felt in your arms.

Ensconced in the wealth of my apprehension,
I pass by life’s each station.
Dipping myself into the pool of happiness, little by little,
Almost as if I am scared.

Scared to be drenched in it,
As the vicissitudes awaits me.
The vicious circle as they call ‘life’
Many times I ponder who creates it.

Gaining some perspective to apparate out of these barricades,
Believing in the reality of that pleasant moment.
Humoring it even if it is just a charade.
Because for that moment, all of it is permanent.

Therefore getting acquainted to the permanence of that happiness,
Bursting the bubble of ignorance.
Decreasing my wealth of apprehension,
I embrace each moment sans any question.

Two saucy *******
We’re throwing out wishes
On a dark and stormy night

May your cup never be empty
May your courage be plenty
May we overthrow the alt-right

They went on carousing
Just buzzing and browsing
And putting up the good fight

Were they almost done drinking
No, just stopping and thinking
And hoping with all of their might

When who should apparate
But Donald Trump in a state
That shook the pair both at his sight

He was tattered and torn
His orange hair was shorn
His clothes three sizes too tight

He was battered and bruised
He was dazed and confused
His darkness had lost to the light

You’ve had it a coming
For a lifetime of dumbing
The witches laughed with delight

Thrilled down to their core
They just showed him the door
Pushed him out, got rid of the blight

Our wish just came true
He’s out, and we’re through
Some things do turn out all right