I want you in the fall,
When the sun grows cold
And the leaves turn brown.
When the Pennsylvania wind bites,
And those with money go to warmer climes,
That’s when I’d die to hold you.
Imagining you in a sweatshirt,
Hand in hand with me,
Walking down a country town Main Street.
We’ll forget the harshness of the season change,
The fear of winter to come,
In one another’s embrace
I’m really loving the commercials for that Psycho spinoff. Don’t have any desire to ever watch it, but it did inspire a line in this poem.
Awaiting a bass based planetary bombardment,
Painting in shades of black,
This is my small victory.
A reprieve from the process
Of becoming Norman Bates,
Of looking my cat in the eyes, with shame.
‘Today, I will be the greatest,’
Is yesterday’s gameplan.
Dcid Corvid 