February 04th, 2015

that ol school satellite
the one that listens
to universes 
blue and fine and choppy
at times

you are an ingredient to the soup
the one the witches brewed 
in a pot 
was in the chanting..
"the poison'd entrails throw.-
Toad, that under cold stone,
~… 
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!"
that the courage came
finally

shame on me for never wanting to wear a black pointed hat
on Halloween 
because I preferred
little Red Riding Hood

bring it

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