Somber Thoughts on a Valentine's Evening

How do you describe those moments before Spring, when Winter's Icy Grasp

is still locked about your throat, & the night's chill threatens to make a tiny popsicle of each and every toe?

Where is the old goat of the morning, and

when did the Sheriff get back to town?

Old Virg @ the Corner Store says there's a new meth lab cooking out past the Near Forgotten Boat Ramp. Dropped a drum full of toxic waste right next to his new trash cans & guys on the County Truck told him he'd have to pay to have it hauled, after the CSI fellas got finished with it.

Virg ain't too happy 'bout that.

3 guys from Lyn Haven tried to perform some hare-brained Satanic Ritual 

with the daughter of a 

local nail salon owner. She had

pentagrams painted all over her

naked on an "altar" they had built

out of a broke-down old plywood

skateboard ramp.

They had spray-painted some candles

flat black and she was tied down

with 

old sticker vines & they had the

incense smoking, and an old boom 

box playing the worst dubs of old 

Coven albums by way of soundtrack,

I guess.

Some old rusty knife that had snakes & jewels & runes all over the handle, a chalice cup one of 'em had stolen from a

Mission Rescue Donations Box, 

& they thought they were on a 

Free Ride to Hellfire & Damnation.

And who's to say they're not right?