several drops of tea should be spilled ceremoniously as a libation to the carpet lares the hirsute hobs plus all the rugged gods & as an act of admiration of veneration reverence respect then slurp the rest ...
Magic
24 owls
yes some are blatantly secretly flemish whilst others hobble-plod like that 3-legged dog which you pass some mornings or occasional evenings some supplicate cress some cling to the ceiling the darker ones they're hell folk they're born with 13 elbows further some last a second some stay for the week then some have swollen glands & others wandering hands - yes every day's unique ...
a night in the life of a moon-shunner
They shun the Moon its Magic beams then sleep in overlapping dreams of a world without Wolves safe from harm or scare then they wake up like a lightning bolt & check their palms for hair ...
see sorcery
I found a Magic Keyring
last piss-wet evening,
it was of the highest calibre
a little bit like Excalibur
…
I was just messin’ about as usual
myself & my as-per muddle,
& there it fuckin’ was like (oooh)
shining resplendently in a puddle
…
It’s since vanished
…
good heavens!
Dark Arts & Witchcraft Fairs
there’s 1 next Tuesday
& I’ll likely see you there
…
If it’s cthonic then they’re on it
anything sinister
they’ve got it
…
Yes be it Evil & Satanic
they are well stocked
& ‘ll probably have it
…
No curse tablet too nasty,
no sorcerer’s hat too tall
–
it’s in the church hall
…
Good Heavens
(!)
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resarf poetry 