On this afternoon
Food is of essential;
As Essen is of -to eat
In German Language.
Leaves or Snow,
Bring Wet or Cold.
Clouds rolling in,
Skies set to spin.
We come inside;
Fast we run and hide.
Pleading with the weather;
To make things better.
Words fall on deaf ears-
As it would appear.
With hot tea moving on,
X’d calendars check what is gone.
Oh! these brisk autumn days,
Set out to make our ways.
Til the rains change
To frosty breaths which pain.
Real is as real as the best fakery that could;
if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t work-
And by not working it’d prove no good.
When the fakest of fake, take the best from the most,
don’t sob in the shadows,
bask in the light,
and give them a toast!
If I were
Made in the likeness
Driving around town in a small truck
What is black and spots of rust
Casually burning off dewed steam
Cruising around amidst a day-dream
Remotely relaxed at assigned red stop
Cautiously avoiding few local cops
Riding through this quaint little town
One would hope to not get found
A village in rearview present
Life, time of reminiscence pleasant
Coming down for family and funerals
City opposed typical, simple, usual
Though it were anything out of the ordinary
One might even see something extraordinary
Appearance placeholder; -one’s perception
Holding wheel tight, releasing tension
Midwest-mild resulting in interpretation
Contemplate while we cross this situation.
We leave this life as flit of butterfly
When we endure beyond our purpose;
Aloof words come by which materialize,
We are left stoical, still, and wordless.
What we do,
shapes the lives
that we make.
We live in warm beds,
We comb hair on heads.
We light smokes,
We tell new dirty jokes.
Standing in shambles,
In the sun-
Damage is done-
-Sweet sad song.
-Waiting for a kiss.
Crunch of crisp autumn apple;
Intensity was at tenfold ample.
Camped on thought-
Blood Moon coming soon, a forewarning,
And after that one must survive morning.