this morning
i felt the first bite
of fall
as if sneaking in before
sunrise
testing the waters
of the atmosphere
i walked into its
sharp chill
eyes and lungs widened
as if breathing in a secret
by dawn summer returned unaware
of the thieving season waiting in the wings.
for a weekend out
in a borrowed car
we roll up the windows
put the cruse control at 65
and stay in the right lane
cranking the music
we prepare for the best
and drive until neither can
keep an eyelid peeled
stopping only once we’ve made it
to las vegas
new mexico
aka hell on earth
giving up on the camp ground
we settle for a inn with a smoking room
and light our pipes
and turn on the tv to snow
in the morning we make it to the sand dunes
and roll down hills to implant ourselves
face first snow angels in the side of each hill
forgetting our camera we make the trip twice
trying a camp ground again
this time we’re caught in the snow and find
our canned soups only light thanks to duralog
and our final match
turning north we return home at 5am
to refreshed heads
and clear hearts ready for the upcoming
loss which will save me
i’ve never been good at startings
and i’ve rarely been good at endings,
much preferring the middle,
oh the comfortable middle in which
thereisnobeginningandthereisnoending
thereisnostrivingandthereisnomoving
and it might start smelling from stagnation
so that i hate my position and wish for a change
but at least it will be a comfortably, horrible smell
bringing me an ironic smile in the contemplation
of its (andmyown) putrescence.
sweeping roofs and grey skies
dragons, tea
bad kfc
striving just a little more
to see you romantic ‘lly
acid rain,
wet tiles squirt
up the sock i’ve worn
smiling people
spicy food
brakes so loud i need no horn
striving just a little more
been a romantic e’re since
the day i done been born
humid air,
suns mistook for moons
at high noon!
striving
please
just a little more
romantic
romantic
romantic
i can bend that spoon…
