October
The rumblings have become gales as the distant storms grow closer.
We expect frost this weekend. I relish the thought. No BS. Its the relentless nature of nature that I respect. Because I am godless I understand that some forces cannot be overcome no matter how hard I pray. This shit could kill me. Nature is all like, "The seasons are gonna change, yo! So y'all best git usta it. Sheit, man!" While I'm still dreamin' that cops can stop drive bys and that all those good ol' boys mean me no harm. Sh*t m*n, I'm one f**kin' delud*d du*e, eh?
Colors have turned. Leaves too, perhaps. All the while, Bart keeps running
marathons and returning to Chicago (like Rahm).
Me? I like the scent of decay that comes with autumn rain - I reminds me of nothing but
the slow rage of centuries; the certainty of sunrise even amid all this doubt. Thoughtlessly i have survived, with purpose I will move on. Despite anchors and a particular albatross
this is a hill I will climb. Each dying leaf gives me strength and I change
with the season, become a 4 petal rose or a 2 second shit.
Sarcasm is often my armor of choice and the safest jokes are those that only I get. I am uneasy
when understood, and so I try to be obscure
because it makes me feel superior.
(How do you feel superior?)
Meanwhile, humility speaks softly and tells stories of liberty and the loss of facade. Besides, everyone in the universe is smarter than I. Statistically at least.
Where am I me? Who will go there with me?
I will. You will too.
We're this thing called "family" after all, right? If it were a commercial or a pop-up ad you'd believe it and I would too. Do we need to rent a billboard? I don't understand marketing either, but if we restricted the universe to things I understand we would barely be two dimensional, and that is no way to live. A well-dressed and well-heeled lunatic, I forever pound at the city gate, but that's a "horse of a different color", so to speak. There is no good reason to bet against us - even my mother would agree with that.
Where are you this October? (you can easily rejoin).
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Yes, humility.
Warmth
came with wind from the south and ran for the border.
We stayed put. Turned our faces to the breeze and inhaled, but our lungs did not become balloons.
There was no flight.
No buoyancy. This is all
about weight; the pull of this place upon mass. Gas does not fill
my head, nor does this heart inflate. I am of iron as if my place was to anchor.
But this clock often lies - especially when the Sun has set and the Earth has spun.
We are remade every minute but deny rebirth from routine.
Or so I have heard.
1:23 on 10-10-10.
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