Autumn Thoughts

Autumn Thoughts.

I came here to walk at dusk and let
the moon reflect off my teeth.
I wanted to feel my heart beat
and watch my brain sprout a tree.
There was so much ambition and excitement.
My angry alarm could only sigh as I woke
before its screeching.

Now I stare at the moonshine glaring
off my kitchen floor.
I can’t think of the beauty or the screen
that separates me from Northern air.
Only the dark holes in the sheen where
the tiles have peeled off.

An musty dream forces me to leave my
gentle cage: molting leaves from my sapling.
It’s when there is no expectation of living for
others that I lose the mental battle.
And the curve of my body melts a little more
into the mattress springs.

09/18/08

 

Author's Note

Too many mixed metaphors