Sweet or spicy, ¿who can scent
brimstone watercolor flooding
buckets brimmed of pavement meant
bent below the toes of bloody
skullcap shrooms in dusty noon —
{ guess I best bring out the broom } —
tombs so late & all so soon,
cheering chilly autumn gloom?
Colored gray won’t keep me sober;
drink before the season’s over —
To you ghosts, let’s toast October.
Summer ash ~ Autumn smoke
’Bout a week ago, as September started, a bunch o’ forest fires happened nearby.
Summer ash ~
e’en the sun turns orange.
Autumn smoke.
black blankets
3 AM ~
softly devoured by
black blankets.
Breezy summer ivy
Breezy summer ~
ivy reaches palm out
& shakes.
Full’s gold moon
Full’s gold moon ~
the only other light…
neighbor cat’s eyes.
Scent o’ orange spice tea
Scent o’ orange spice tea
marrying
pot pie beef.
The Envy o’ Color
Green as leaves
watching my cat sleep all afternoon;
green as beans
watching my cat roam the room.
Summer exhaust
Summer exhaust ~
leaves sprinkle shade
on white concrete.
¡ENTONCES TUVO UN COLAPSO Y AHORA TENGO QUE QUITARME QUIRÚRGICAMENTE!
You’re concerned about Seattle weather. This is the land of angry, light-deprived grunge music, where rain slickers are couture fashion, where we need espresso by the gallon to stay awake, where old-timers are called “mossbacks” because if you stop moving long enough, the damp green understory swallows you whole.
– Bastyr University, who don’t know shit ’bout what they’re talking ’bout
Rainy Autumn ~
better than
shitty summer.
Also, I have to laugh @ the clowns who depict June & July as rainy ( 1 tool on Quora called June the “worst month of winter” —presumably ’cause he actually lives in Australia ), when ’twas mostly blaring gaudy sun & stale heat in Seattle this year. This page claims that August is “70s” “Heaven”; he lowballed ’bout 20 degrees.
August moon
