have you ever been “ path blind“?
i suspect you have/are and we meet
where the moon is Mars.
and that's ok by you -
as long as we talk about the Limbo
in my teeth and not the nothing -
in your fear.

but I’ve come this far
to tell you a story

if you don’t
mind…

[  i have a Mind for You. ]

with words that finish when you do.

II


it was no November as much as an under- June with a callous cap of snow
for a sun, and all the peanut brittle in the Universe.
November, then, was a remarkable Moth that knew
an incandescent flame from a Terrible Beginning…
and our youth -
is the  difference continuing
to fear the light,

euro trash savvy.
and outta
sight.

it was no November on the map of things, it simply wasn’t polite.
the leaves abandoned their posts and drifted down below the feet of angels -
once pale green, but now in anguished orange, as floral as a living thing...
but dead. and on the ground. at an angle.