Damon Hubbs

Modern Lovers

I’m a witchfinder general
you’re my witch
then we switch it up 
and you burn me at the stake
we’re modern lovers
nihilism 
and heartbreak,
you’re an It Girl
a Chloë Sevigny 
cherry red Doc Martens 
and auteur anarchy
a queen of the night
a deb of the year
a door girl at the Mudd Club 
who once cut Warhol’s hair,
we’re modern lovers 
demonology 
and Baudelaire,
you’re hotrod
softblow 
laudanum 
scuzz
and when you 
traded your spiked dog collar 
for a French bulldog
the devil swept us away
and accused us of heresy.