Wednesday, October 23, 2013
sullen morning air
freezing at your mouth
like frosting on your lips
Tastes like running away weather.
backdrop colored in
orange and gold and red;
a blinding autumn sun
low on the horizon.
Feels like running away weather
it seems like the end of something
or maybe it's the beginning
wood fires burn distant
over crystal glowing hills
Smells like running away weather.
short fast days and long slow nights;
cold silver moon stands watch
at the fall
and rise of restless sun.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
She had hoped for rescue, but now she knew it was a dream and falling was her option her, and she knew she had invested too much in hope, yet she would make that mistake over and over.
slowly rotting-now forgotten, we were never really friends.
You know your lot in life, ever evil-with triangular eye
you sit quietly peering at the imps who came for candy
and wonder at your former orangeness
still grinning and grinning saw toothed and oozing
as the leaves fall
and the wind shifts.