autumn unfunny

There is only Carrot Top

and infinity to solve,

cold in the afternoon

with September waning

and October's claws

gnawing to unsheath.

Falling

she grows aloof,

i fall afield;

she's calm serene,

i rage away.

an autumn sun

bonfires the sky.

october blues

melt yellow to orange,

a gorgeous nonsense,

where acid laced donuts

choke sad sacks lost

into the waxy white

winter to come.

The Skin of my Mind

I'm unclear the influence

of ravenous coffee

as pumpkin spiced muffins

bleed jack-o lantern orange.

I'm dying of sweatshirts

and muted autumn headlights

shining slick afterthoughts

of flannel umber frost.

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I nose the wheel down

an endless glassine impasse,

with the rain swept viscous undercurrent

of history on my tail.

The mid-semester ministry

smells of campus pub crawl heresy;

too gradient, I graduate

past blinding hate and faithlessness,

while raking piles of bonfire lightning

burst to flames of desolation.

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I fester on the done unyielding

and linger on shit maelstroms raging,

picking at bygone theoretical equations

predicting all my fuck ups to come.

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And always the here and always the now

and always the heart of this moment

peel forever lost

off the skin of my mind.

Autumn Saturday

I lay in a pool of insomnia,

my thoughts swimming lost to the tides of my mind.

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The quiet continuum of this bedroom

turns the bile 'round my belly and phantom pliers 'round my spine.

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Just before dawn, shivering to dreamscapes,

bleeding out sheets of flop sweat in the nightmare I've become.

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I awaken to the words of a prophet,

television from the maelstrom of the corpse Billy Mays.

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I stumble cold to the window and its noises,

as the church corner lot fills with swap meet malaise.

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Philly's first flush of fall and I grimace

to autumn's death luminescence caught subsuming summer green.

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And after all that, to paraphrase a wiser man,

"there ain't no cure for the summertime blues."