It's a pity there's not a market, I could make a tidy sum off of things like this.
spells - ten a dozen
ruled paper, blue and
white. pomegranate seeds
at midnight. black ribbons
around doorknobs. perfect
rhyming, each metaphor
select. only quality.
promises nothing, snake
oil with spidery runes
silver-plated good fortune
hail mari of the storms, jesus
christ of the cross, spirits
in the wire - demons in
ten a dozen, gilded covers -
scented with frankincense, wrapped.
cheap imitation silk, cheap
art store ribbon - benedictions
cheap, and moral free.
this one is stamped with shells
and tassels, this one is black,
unadorned. this one will bring
faltering lovers home, this one
for summoning things unnamed.
snake oil, be sure - immoral,
but dreaming - just a dozen. no
advice, no star-signs, no bowing to
pagan gods - merely ten a dozen -
each one hand-scribed - and signed,
sealed - delivered. ten a dozen
and nothing more.