november

November 8, 2007 12:00AM

oh ya just lost it, honey.

fermented november
season gruel,
sun-stark grit and
limbic stones curled and
swabbed
in littered auburn sheaves.

walking this time with slickened steps,
a new-england autumn tosses yellow parchment
down around and
down, a scored and orchestrated
moon-stark-crooning medly of
sloshed and crinkled
falling.

whittled brows
bleached eaves,
clacking-unclacking burlap grooves

yeah oh yeah
you just lost it baby,
knickers all deep, knee-deep in
mulched un-washed un-fastened and
faded ripened gold.

oh you just lost it girl and you are
counting down
four-three-two-one and
counting down
four-three-two
down ah
down un-wearing these limbs,
un-raveling this wind
un-chiming slowly chiming parody,
gravel-clacking holes.

needles fly through empty spaces,
you threaten gristle frost,
throw chilled and slapping slurry
at the panes.

oh ya just lost it, lass,
you’ve come all this way from that
gilded summer lark
to be just
swallowed in this scouring shivering
unrepentant
december dust.