Do you remember years ago,
the mystery so profound?
that frightful day the rabbits came to town.
I'm sorry. I didn't see you.
Were you not around?
to feel the chill of when the rabbits came to town.
They were quieter than mice.
You couldn't hear a sound -
or did you hear it when those rabbits came to town?
Once, I was really something
a man of some renown -
but that was before the rabbits came to town.
What was it you were saying -
I owe you fifty crown?
I would pay you gladly, but the rabbits came to town.
Some say I went rabbit hunting.
Some say they put me in the ground,
that I'd met the business end of when rabbits come to town.
Now, no one can ever find me.
No, I can never be found,
ever since that day the rabbits came to town.
If you're reading this, honey
it means the diner is burning,
It's not a typo or a misprint,
but a message:
Witches are wisdom-embedded
women who have seen worse things
than the business end of a newt's behind
I once made a man cry with desire
on a whim by telling him who he was
at twenty-five, I hadn't yet realized
it's really just a trick of language
to be specific
pick the bits of a person, hanging
like snagged teeth on stems
of last night's arugula
reading their cards like tarot on credit
serve the assessment of them
with a side of sugar they'll call it magic,
make you marry if you're good at it—knowing
when to grind the spices is the icing
sin of men or Saigon cinnamon no matter
witches as women, as wisdom get better
in time, in the garden, in the kitchen
slow-cooking rhymes that melt men's masks
over jasmine rice, like loose meat
so the young girls feeding at our hems
can remember the recipe
I like spiders and I like black ants.
For fleas and lice, I take another stance.
Sometimes, I wonder if they admire us.
The same question goes for a virus.
Neither foolish fleas and lice, spread by mice,
Nor black ants and spiders, heed my advice.
Disgusting dirt and dust cannot defend
Against a vacuum cleaner's business end.
I'll add one more stanza in this edit
To give that nasty virus credit
For being both invincible and mean
And evading vacuums - COVID-19.
I will always love my God and pray whenever I can.
He gave me common sense and the tools to be my own man.
I don’t live for fortune and I won’t live for fame.
Let’s be clear, for if I fail, I only have myself to blame.
I will only bow to the one true father of man.
Go ahead and judge me, frankly I don’t give a damn.
I will live my life just how I see fit.
I will never budge on my values, not even a little bit.
I am a soldier of God, for him I will fight.
I give Satan my business end, which he can kiss out of pure spite.
I am loyal there is no other way.
I know who has my back at the end of the day.
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
One enters through the world's door till strikes four,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Chaos and Havoc, the demons twins be,
Guardians of Hell's Gate, watch o'er worlds door,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
Loosen from their chains, spawned diehards conceive,
A commotion from potion, vile and gore,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Pain and suffering, lifetime guarantee,
The one inflicts affliction, things of lore,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
Web has spun, evil done, 'twas a wild spree,
Victims are vast, time much too fast needs more,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Time ran its course, in its wake, much debris,
'Tis business, end good, in hour before four,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free.
2019 September 19
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
One enters through the worlds door till strikes four,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Chaos and Havoc, the demons twins be,
Guardians of Hell's Gate, watch o'er worlds door,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
Loosen from their chains, spawned diehards conceive,
Commotion from its potion, vile and gore,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Pain and suffering, lifetime guarantee,
The one inflicts affliction, things of lore,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
Web has spun, evil done, 'twas a wild spree,
Victims are vast, time much too fast, needs more,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Time ran its course, in its wake, much debris,
'Tis business, end good, in hour before four,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free.
Valerie Garman entered the world upon the tail-end of the upper-middle class
A place where the schoolgirls were tantalisingly innocent and the men were
Increasingly unbecoming
The sidewalks gleamed and the church bells rang
The winters snowed and the summer birds cooed in unison
The earth was lain with the vinyl siding of the haves and the discarded Marlboros of the have-nots
Yet this shall not be a tale of social woe; there will be no east egg and no west
And though Valerie Garman acquired her footing along the gleaming concrete Of the suburban streets
She came of age in the darkness.
And though Valerie Garman took heed of the silver spoon
She came to life on the business-end of a silver straw, shortly thereafter.
I unearthed mouse turds in the silverware tray.
The little furry devils are back.
I bought some traps.
The little wooden snappy ones.
The kind my father wielded decades before.
They hadn't changed one bit throughout the years,
Why change deadly perfection, I guess.
I used to think my father was cruel.
Why couldn't he live-trap and release them in a nearby field?
Back then nobody questioned their father.
So, I'd loyally watch him load the business end of the trap.
With a dab of irresistible.
Come morning, I had the dirty task of checking the traps.
More often than not, they were sprung.
The tiny bulging-eyed victim screaming back at me.
With a final unanswered prayer hanging from its yellow teeth.
I'd quickly shake the mouse macabre into the trash.
Then proudly give the good news to daddy mousetrap.
Unlike my father, my children would never inherit this dirty task...
of resetting the mousetraps.
Last year when it was Halloween
I was frighted so
When my friends went to trick-or-treat
I didn't want to go
But now I'm really tired
Of being frightened sick
So I went out to by back yard
And got myself a stick
I got a knife and cleaned off
Most of the bark and twigs
The small end was my handle
But the business end was big
It was long enough to swat
A bat, out of the sky
And hard enough to pop out
A mummy's evil eye
I can't wait 'till a zombie
Sneaks up to steal my brain
Where I hit him with my stick
I'm sure he'll feel that pain
And all the other creatures
That want to cause a fright
Will be spending Halloween
In the ER on that night
JTCurtis
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