The spell flowed
through the winding hills
past the rows of stapled lip pedestrians
that claim counterculture status,pointing at their digital screens.

Her tongue slacked
at the death house
where wax covered 20 somethings
shake their tits to the sky and blame their mothers.

The fence caved
past the old cavern
in which those consumed
decay in the moonlight like plastic wrapped debutantes.

Steam leaks here,
from beneath the Earth
where the banshees lay
and those that wonder bleed clear into ashes.

Id've chosen to melt with you into eternity but my lawyer was hard-pressed against it.

03/14/2013