a charm against all that
takes the days away,
suggesting certain thefts
are inevitable by life.
last night of hands,
I have trapped a new kind
of little trying.
borne of Autumn
in the William Lake,
we take everything for granted
just as our great grandparents
die and did.
I didn't know what I was in for;
I just knew how to kill it.
fall asleep with the television on,
otherwise I would have to think,
which is a promise I can't keep,
especially when I sleep.
rip outrageous the spine
of our time, which jumps
for the fall of compromise
in gardens of the gone.
love this stuff unpredictable,
each day hoping for another day,
to visit the endcap and turn back.