autumn flowers sway in the winds to heal deep wounds
snails gather on the coast to sing for the broken boat
after dawn we ignore the living and pleasure the dead
a rather stiff competition between bones and groans the silence shattered
a psychic dropkick to unkind eyes
a manic cry from under the covers still here the monsoon
in bed we replace the autumn body with a memory
ghosts jumping the plank at the sight of dry land
two dead beetles later the light staggers out the door
if it is a dream you seek then you need to let go
