A Charm to Ward Off Evil
Across denizen fields lined with green trees,
I stumble upon a picnic couple who exclaim
amid grunts and texts for cunts and lobster
“What a terrible day for a curse!”
Yeah, well,
all of my friends are dead.
Have you ever even seen the remake of The Last
House on the Left…?
A charm to ward off evil, sent through snail mail
on Christmas Eve, enclosing in a Fisher-Price
tree domain sheet music owned by Albert Einstein,
a dime bag of Spectre’s toenails, and an old collection
of poems tête-bêche written by two strangers holed
up in a grotto in the Jewish Wasteland, complete with
Jewish hexes and enchantments,
is what
I now dream of and
pray for.
Bloodcruze 