Day fifty-nine

And here again I stand

I look too deeply, a fraction
too long than I'm supposed to
and you don't blink, like you're
supposed to. There's no wide chasm
between us and for a fraction
we linger, but we're supposed to
break apart. It's almost like you're
caught in a trance. No wide chasm
to divide us like a fraction
with a zero denominator. Supposed to
such nonsense like you're
a common dishrag. The wide chasm
of breaking hearts a fraction
of things that I'm supposed to
take as "life experience" like you're
Father always said. "Always a wide chasm"

And here I stand again.

15:12

(Yeah don't ask... I'm on cold medication right now)

Day forty-five

A Short Ode to Autumn

It's about fucking time you reared

your ugly face. Summer's a bitch and Spring

stopped caring a long time ago.

Autumn, sweet autumn, the trees

grow angry at your sight, some burst

into colorful flames. The evergreens

are through with seasons. They

see no point in emotion. Autumn

your lips are cold and your hair

smells like vegetable rot. You're

covered in pumpkin scent, decayed

leaves, apple cider, brisk crisp, air.

I still love you Autumn. You're

cooler than Summer and not as

icy as Winter. Autumn your full

name's better than Fall. Fall. Fall.

Autumn Autumn Autumn.

Breath of fresh smells!

16:16

Lame hahaha