Witchery Wands And Waitressing

 

Witchery Wands And Waitressing ***

All is bright when everything 

is sucked into a point

such the wand wants

all of us

the whole kablam

the joint.

Witchy waitress serving lunch

clearing off the tables

focus on elimination

not often found in fables.

One too many feeble tips

laughing out the door

raises up her little stick

whispers a few words.

Gone the nearby laundromat

third floor run down flat

station on the corner

red lights overhead.

Off the roof and in the clouds

bright blonde hair wild flowing

saluting nearby mountains

world watching sudden going.

Sending all the F-15's

volleyball in space

harvested the gardens

cantaloupes erase.

Swirls around in circles

waves of air move up

jeweled meteor in space

bombarding continents.

Tsunamis of the airwaves

scraping towers too

golfing with the moon

a bit

her love for sport renewed.

Walking over where once found

a door and turns the sign

says closed

as plastic bows in the air

because she says

don't go!

Last customer just sitting

old three legged chair

pulling out his ragged wallet

pushes it take care...

As she wanders over

taking out the cash

wry smiling now

at him her beau

it's time to go

and surely

lend a hand.