your abstraction
             is
the attraction

repetition
redundancy

needs to be

refreshed

reasonably,

one trick ponies
hit your stomach like refried beans

resonating only with retreads that admire reruns

their reward is redistributed defecation.

we drove east on that long dark enchanted country road.

we drove without responsibility nor care.

we simply drove awaiting the morn's first light.

we wanted to be anyplace except for where we were.

but every place began to blur and run together.

which made me wonder... ..

perhaps we needed to simply get away from one another?

the darkest roads will still be the darkest roads when tomorrow comes.

what a God send... ..

we've run out of gas ironically,

at a fork in the road.

the august wind
now blows
september in.

soon i will escape the summer's din
with quite the
grandiose grin.

when october 'falls' and every tree's slumber begins.

color by number and the majestic views of autumn take my breath away.

autumn oh autumn how i wish that forever,
you would stay.

autumn, i admit
that i have crushed on you forever and a day.

october's winds couldn't be more ****.

i've only;

one tongue
one heart
one ear
one eye
one hand
for love.

infatuation is not love.

it's a crutch for lust.

mi amor,
my love for you will never rust.

you are one.

i'll let the others have the many and ill trust.

you mi amor,
are second to none.

i'm yours until i indeed,
turn to dust.

they say;
"don't worry, i'll be right here for you when...

when your lungs begin to fight for air".

not so comforting a thought as you gasp for life while they stand over you and stare.

almost menacingly they stand there,

without a fear,

for their own life
as your own death draws near.

fading to black couldn't feel more cold ....

more weird.

spare me the pity my dear,

i certainly don't need you here.

death found me this year.

i'm scared but,
there will be no coward's tears.

the stars ate the sky.

    the clouds ate the stars.

nothing eats the clouds.

    cause' if they try -

    and when they do...

the clouds will cry.