Leave October

Red yellow orange

October leaves under our feet

Swirling drifting crunching

Fluttering round our heads

Whispering tickling bursting

Blocking out the sky with their kaleidescopes

Laughing strolling leaning

Wanting to feel your breathe above me

Shifting gathering breaking

Dreaming of burying ourselves in fallen grace

Orange yellow red

We were the October leaves, under our feet

Something beautiful
And already dead

The Post It Note Blues

Reclined and naked

Listening to the Cool Drink of Water Blues

Post-coital

Post-punk-rock-plaid
Post-red-raincoat-nude

Post-throbbing

Post-Fuck-Me-heels

Post-breath-on-my-neck

Post-synch

Post-ebb-and-flow

Post-come-on-my-cock

Post-dreaming
Post- confession

Post-smile-in-your-sleep

Post-Mortem.

Pre-Apocalypse.

Pity the world ended before we could break out the Howlin' Wolf and coloring books

Venus in Retrograde: Bits

A diary of ghosts.
The strange and insistent poetry of a fossil poking its way through the sand, a story to be told in its petrified bones.