In autumn
Death is colorful
The tortured leaves
Mime bouquets of cotton
candy swan song
The ingrown, outgrown,
overgrown symbiotes of
the cooling, pesticide
Cloud-swept soil
Surrender themselves
to devourment while we
have eyes in our
Bellies – one eye, encased
in reflective mirror
Glaucoma.
Cornucopia –
Subdued rainbow corpse
Part and parcel
Parsimoniously parsed for the
Mortified deluge
of conveniently colored
Gastric acids.
Cider and closeness
A lingering scent
of bromide
Nestled in decay
We stride serenely
through the unrelenting air
And sensing smooth
Detranscendence
just within reach
We drive for hours through
Red-yellow halls of
Cotton candy crisis.
