Fall Storm in the Night
Too much talk.
Parrot purrs…
Clouds darken.
You’re on the phone too much
Recumbent on the wet porch chair with your Canada Dry.
The trees told me to tell you
To watch for
Envelopes of open sky,
And changing keys in this song we sing through life,
Treble and bass line
Watch for the yellow oak leaves on the way down the driveway
And the stillness of the grass.
An average life is 80 years
Which leaves us 25
By 25 I was jumping horses
You were opening safes on the Southside.
2035 would be the average lifespan-
flip on who goes first-
cremation or burial?
We’ve done both-
burn the identity and bury the memories-
how else can one survive.
Visceral Vinadaloo 