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The Crazy Witch in Apartment 606
A Poem We’ve All Thought About
The crazy witch
in apartment 606
lights up candles
with her cheap plastic wand
and colours her crystal ball
like a party disco
The crazy witch
in apartment 606
talks and cackles to herself
with curtains drawn
to drown out the world
scaring off the poor normal neighbours
The crazy witch
in apartment 606
plays the tunes of her people
and shakes her ass in the living room
then rests in her witch-sized bed
naked exactly like she made herself
Author’s Notes
A year ago I thought of a new poetry collection idea that, since then, I’ve been slowly adding to.
Without even noticing, all new poems I write seem to mysteriously fit it — pure witchcraft, as the theme will indeed be witches.
But not in the way that you think.
Once it’s complete, I look forward to a new publishing endevour to get it out there, in all the witches’ hands!
In the meantime, I enjoy sharing some of its poems.
