fall hoppers kick to grass
as I walk down
sun-bleach lane
the anhedonia I felt yesterday
is pelted by the wind
away
away
to the breeze beyond
trash-bin creek
I walk past
a meddled roadside lover
kissing her own bloodied hand
must have been
bitten by the white-thing
panting at her feet
the image comes
and passes
with the balanced
autumn sunshine
I touch the twist of barbed wire
that guards a
re-habitated pond
a drop of blood
wells and surfaces
a moon-blazed penny
the dulled copper sting
of flesh and money
merges in the glory
of shortened days
all is accorded to the fleeting
nature of my heartbeat
that which comes and passes
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
fall hoppers kick to grass
as I walk down
sun-bleach lane
the anhedonia I felt yesterday
is pelted by the wind
away
away
to the breeze beyond
trash-bin creek
I walk past
a meddled roadside lover
kissing her own bloodied hand
must have been
bitten by the white-thing
panting at her feet
the image comes
and passes
with the balanced
autumn sunshine
I touch the twist of barbed wire
that guards a
re-habitated pond
a drop of blood
wells and surfaces
a moon-blazed penny
the dulled copper sting
of flesh and money
merges in the glory
of shortened days
all is accorded to the fleeting
nature of my heartbeat
that which comes and passes
