The Impending Fall
by joshuagrace
Sloppy drops sink in,
Autumn approaches.
are drab, dreary, and beautiful
hiding the world from
the harsh sun,
bathing the land in
glorious shade
by every press of the peddle
the black smoke rises
disperses
disipates
dispells
the purity of earth and air
all in the name of
duelyism
all those mirrors
i’ve left them for dead
my eyesight’s improving
despite what they said
and the fireworks were just
flares we shot before we drowned
that july fourth that
i can’t remember much of now
all the smoke i inhaled
we followed the trail
it lead back to home
or somewhere close i suppose
all our idols strum guitars
and we headbang again and again
running from
the places we’ve been
lips tumbling poorly pronouncing
enunciated misunderstandings
cold buttons on warm clothes
earmuffs, attached stocking caps
misguided misdirected hopes dreams
fears leaving exploring hills in acid rain
lost going east thinking north losing road after wet road
no meetings thinking meetings
braggart strengthened hands
rubbing constricted bent bone bound muscle
loosening tension built alcohol released words
sputtered onto digital page
poured through finger pushed buttons
dumped, vomited whilst awe filled world
holds wordless breaths back
again our lips failing falling slipping slurping
seeking clarity
