in October too American paranoia interrupted by commercials

i love the fools love me

in Gun's Own Country a rusting sun

Autumn sticking pins in my foot

iced smile interstices lying between

be the hope you change

shards time takes rain to dry

(when? does? it? stop? this? rain?)

among the fallen one that is still green

under black flags a boy points his finger towards heaven

autumn leaves as it comes