Two Original October Poems

WITCH

Thick trees, slick stone, ticks tugged blood

from your throat-- 

Or so you say. Coming down the

mountain,

out of the mist. Sticks twisted through

your hair, skin crimson-

pricked there and pupils 

blown wide like the lights went out. 

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Ice twilight: ruffling through your duffel, dredging

up shrunk

candles, blood-dark paint, a tome

writ wraparound in

runes, recitations, spells. Inside:

guides to open gates of hell, passion psalms, 

scars bit bright in moonlight

sliced aside the swells.  

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I pigeon-step astride creaky teakwood, clutching

the velum-bound Abbadon

with inferno-echoed irises: approaching

the furnace. You

step out, noiseless, with blooded

face and blown-wide eyes, weeping

wildly why to spare it:

a witch burns with her book!

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I listen,

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then throw your soul right in.

OCTOBER CULMINATES

Tooth-rot tea, razor steel strings, asphodel-

red storms and

October is just running, rolling, raging up a

black mountain,

dragging along the    rotrazorred    sewage

stuck up as a boulder up there,

raging that boulder up the Nyx mound -- it

happens every year.

October culminates: a toxic cemetery,

years of zombie nightmares, blood on skin

on Earth:

October all staked on

one day.