Fever Pitch
Fever pitching
Voices rising
Season for Witching
Toiling, boiling, brewing
Klaxons blaring, houses burning
Stirred up all that once was buried
Keep my heart alone and beating
Into tomes and spells receding
Tangled heart-strings steady strumming
Keeping this percussion low
A hum I'd rather not start succumbing
Caught up in a magic flow
Broken bearings restless leading
Gently but suddenly releasing
Spring-loaded chaos caught in breezes
A blue moon and crisp autumn glow
Fervor on the fritz
Self-worth still holographic
Flickering with the switch
Just hoping it might talk back
Fever pitching
Striking back or perhaps out
Silver tongue splayed
Spoon still running away
Summoning words and formulas
Familiar melodies maybe still stuck
Hoping I might be in your head
Crawling in with earworm's luck
But the odds were never in my favor
Licks that linger left un-layered
Chirping under stars replete with life
But there ain't many fish in the sky
And I was aiming for a goddess
Illness in this repetition
Madness left labyrinthine
Still dreading that first frost
Another season old and restless
Spirits stubbornly kept high
Soil left cold and untested
Ghosts spilling from this lonely mind
Covered in ink or ectoplasm
They arc and howl in scattered pieces
Crossing this uncovered chasm
Only fleeing with the morning sun
Slumber here in icy reaches
Febrile missives I have scribbled
Scrambling just to be worth speaking
Your words fallen on these sore ears
Incantations loosely catchy
But these spells were never ready
Built a house out on the Prairie
Praying to fairy-folk and fireflies
Losing the plot out on this pasture
I'm hungry for the stars again
To catch the sweetness on my taste buds
Raised up in Goosebumps by the wind
Kissed by a peculiar thirst
Or cursed
And not sure if by witches
Or which would be worse
Caught by the tail
Wishing I was worth re-telling
Cheaply I'd resort to retailing
If I thought I'd fetch a price
Angry mobs already forming
I've been casting constant spells
Trying to raise this yet again
Bewitched because you're hot as hell
Fever pitching
Forgot the itching
In fits complete with hits and misses
Unsure if I've been kissed or cursed
(All art is AI generated using Wombo Dream App)
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