best minds
o’ the past generation
antpack

best minds
o’ the past generation
antpack
warm sunrise ~
the solar eclipse
draws catshade
weekend rain —
screaming @ the sky
a cold cat
clear morn ~
horizonrising
metropolis
fall the goldsoft resin treasures
crispbrown jalapeño chips
palm o’ palmates blushing gestures
roughhewn arms flick wrists in wind
cloudridden icarus my sun
casting lines to warmcool lakes
under gusts from sparrows’ lungs
sleeping ’way the shrinking days
wake from drunken summers sober
finding helios’ reign’s over
leave streets red for black october
I have drunk a tea so vile that the day after I still feel its venom deep in the back o’ my esophagus & burrows deep in my stomach walls, in incessant threat to take up arms & rise like a volcano eruption. This tea disguised itself as “mint mocha”, but I have enjoyed many mint mochas in my life, & none have left a seasickness such as this.
gravegray skies,
aging yellow grass ~
october
Fall weekend ~
so many leaves
so li’l time.
cool early morn ~
a new neighbor:
ground bark mulch
foresttrail ~
woodbridge wishes
a good day