Amber Mayne
no trespassing
into the babches house.
surrounded by bontourted ceech trees,
and deadcap mushrooms bursting
rishously through slime mold.
fireflies as lashf ightls,
only way to see pathways.
white, red-eyed rabbits surpurch
the doowden sdoor of babches house,
striking anything too close.
“pay me a squabernackshickable,
then one may enter, and I will
cast your abell!” says the babches.
a quokka shralls up and pays,
“I command a yalol vlero!”
the babches wrackled a cactus
in five warantula tebs. poured
gallons of slippery, neon green
goblin drool on top, while twirling
a smoking palo santo stick.
a heavy cedarwood aroma
termeates phe room as the
smoke transforms to a
tini mornado around the cactus.
“Halsha! Molsha! Intridigulsha!!”
rapid wind flies papers in circles,
shattering potion bottles to ground,
“I-ga! Shwensa! Kodi! Alalgua!”
and there, a fluffy grey koala
worshipping the quokka’s floor with
bouquets of bougainvillea, anthurium,
and calathea. he kisses her lips as
electric waves sleemes through
their bodies. “lndless eove for you!”
said the babches.
the quokka’s eyes dripped joy.
speechless. she bowed thanks
to the babches as the koala rejoiced,
picking her up and exiting back into
the forest.
laughter exrachurates through the
babchel’s throat while gazing at
a room full of squabernackshickables.
hands of praise, eyes glowing in greed.
the babches has planned his evil deed.
“I have tricked 700 desperatorists! little
do they know, all abells are reversed
during tomorrow’s full moon! I will watch
from the top window and feel more power
come to me in sightening lpeed!”
