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
Whiskey makes my bones shake,
And I’m having trouble typing.
‘Motivational’ wubs inspire poetry,
To be called great by idiots.
On this night,
I feel the dead gods in my blood,
Coursing like my .5% BAC.
There is no past,
On this night there is no compromise,
One more shot to remember the future.
A violence churns as I party alone.
A writer writes, infuriated by his subordinates.
He has no Medevac waiting for him,
Calling ‘Suppressing Fire!’ has no effect,
Except a stagger and a disorderly conduct.
Alone, this booze-fueled warrior, I, will fall.
Imagine the hangover?
Days like today,
Remind me of the past.
Warmth of the cold
A love I hope will last.
You fear I will not answer,
Upon your fearful call.
I would simply die,
If I ever hurt you at all.
I would end others’ to protect yours.
I would die without you.
I fear for you as I fear for myself.
Daily, I fight to get over you.
You are stuck like a wrench in a cog.
My mind will always come back to you.
The fact that you called,
Shows me you feel the same.
Dcid Corvid 