Autumn’s Cold Touch
those icy shadows reach further out
those icy shadows reach further out
most people prefer to turn on their porch lights
The stones were stillmourners marchedthrough the morning grey Casket held overgrim facesthe stones were still To foreboding drumsand forlorn trombonemourners marched And circled roundthe waiting gravein the morning grey
last night Iwas floating in amoonstone shimmerdarting anddodging with the bats, up highweightless and free until thepull of gravitydrains waterlanding meat the bottom of the tubbats fluttering by the window pane
I was supposed to write about flowers today
I’lljust behere waitingpatiently forinspiration tostrike
I choose a candle to light in the quiet church, closing my eyes
After Blast ConfusionDark Element Fusion Going Hopelessly InsaneJoin Knifepoint Lane Meeting New ObfuscationPacing Quick Radicalization Slow TravestyUnheeded Vanity Wicked XylophoneYearning Zone
it’s possibleto feel a soulleaving a body you feel coldmuscles tense upteeth chattereyes wide and then it’s gone
a lawnmower dronescarpenter bees bounceagainst the screenthe beagle is snoringagainall buzzing formy attention