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Autumn Comes

Autumn comes for everyone (Despite space heaters Or the frantic rushed withdrawals to the beaches) The sabbatical from the oppressive  Heat and the monotony of everyday Every day. I swear The hair of everybody On heads and beards and under arms All blush a shade or two more reddish. Orange sweaters fall like orange leaves. The crisper breeze awakens Burning blood Beneath the stimulated skin. The slightest whisper Ripens to a vital secret, One which must be told And told to only one. The winter arrives Eventually With all the snow and fun And open white endeavors, Autumn, however, stays away Behind the bedroom doors And sanctuary windows, Speaking quiets buried delights Lovers alone can hear or comprehend. - 11/13/26
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Loco

There was no announcement. One day, Completely silent. Then, the whining, Quaking rumble Obvious to everyone, The birds in murders Rioting. The metal down the tracks, I feel it deep, Awakening, A demon drinking offered blood to stalk again, A stone reluctantly in motion. - 11/12/26
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Dissolving

You always smiled, Sudden surge of sun through overcast grey, When I dragged that gravel muppet voice Across your table, Even on your darkest day. The ice cream truck No longer jangles down our streets. Retail is largely through the mail. The shopping mall's collapsing. Now, we only have the bars and churches. We were startling, Silver contrails Scratched across the corrugated cloudscape, Now dispersing thin and hazy. - 11/10/26
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Goodbyes

Today's a day of signatures, Of cataclysmic gavels, Locking portals, Short and final goodbyes. I'm told the branches of the road Are singing promises. I only feel this phantom love Like an open jugular. The sky is monolithic concrete Falling. - 11/9/26
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Auburn

The grass remaining on the ground, Her carefully cultivated hair, is freshly rinsed and lushly brown. Autumn changes everything. So many burning hues, A sense of burnished endings, An avalanche  Of dying beauty. I see her in the steamy window. She is closing the cover of her hardback And staring at my hair Too long around my neck and collar. I've haven't noted admiration or approval In months. I never had to ask. I could have simply acted dumb. I know, however, August always crawls into October. - 11/5/26
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Bonfire

Even with the wind Retreating guilty from us, The slightest smell  Of piled logs and branches Smoking Sneaks like roly-polies Through the vents Onto the front car seats. We watch the orange-red bonfire Like an Easter crucifix As silver wisps of breath Reveal the time your ex Reduce you to an inch Unloved, Fragile dreams of a college degree For your only son, And how you wish you could twist about your nose Already absolutely perfect. And the fire paints you muted blushing lemon, And your dancing hands say everything I can't, And night with all its quiet life Is sanctifying every inch of darkness, And this could be the holy place The falling streaking stars All land. - 11/4/26
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Election Day

She kneels beneath the burning tree And waits Afraid, Her hair the color of the leaves, Unfoiled caramel and milky chocolate bars. Believe, It all could bloom, A star in blinding birth. It could continue shriveled, Falling. - 11/3/26
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