autumn dawn what do we do with all these bent spines

you feel it coming you know it’s here and you think to yourself: just another day

a world where we feed and hollow out the minds of our loved ones

a stockpile of words and gin for the end days

the joy of being gently nudged out of my seat by a mud wasp

never tired of each other the mist and the autumn forest

touch and she glows i feel the same way too

plenty on the moon’s mind this autumn night