Cottingley Fairy from 14 by Pond Scum

you gotta doubt God a bit
in order to pray
don’t get lost in the diamond,
take the mine instead
fistful of fifties
and a day without fear
I keep saving up for that pedal steel

finders fees
brown sugar in my green tea
letter makes a difference
ask a writer and you’ll see
chase that working class style
with them strong eyelids
blister’s cracked but breathing heavy
with no third eye kiss

like a Cottingley Fairy
we stage fake candids
false flags with a purpose,
careful not to scare the kids,
fresh cut grass, sly shedding
the weathered skin
half hammered nails that never quite
settle in


I guess it is
just like those old French movies
sub the words, dim the lights
and focus in on the screen
those things you know
but find out you’ll never see
sipping coffee from the lid
of what’s underneath

so tell me
where does the losers confetti go
after someone takes the crown
and the credits roll
stay, sleep in
in that quiet simplicity
a brain on fire ain’t gonna be
what you need
so meet me in the backyard
yea, BYOB
whatever I gots for you
whatever you gots for me
cuz we all wanna find that
fine summer heat
girls dressed like dolls
out in the street

so out of ten
what’s your best when
Ted’s .406

• Alternative
• babes
• beer
• freak folk
• levon
• salads
• Boston