

October InvaderBetween screams of wind leaky faucet drips sound, steady as the anorexic clock arm, syncopation to soft rustlingOctober Invader
of the withered leaf sneaking beneath my door, the gap there too large
to stop gust-propelled intrusions.
It scrapes the tile until silence as it somersaults mid-air, then, scritch-scritch, further across the floor.


HushLean in, kiss ambrosial lips, not just to taste euphoria, but to quiet contradictions between statements they slip and emotions your eyes espouse.Hush


Just a Small SipStripes of tan, rust, purples distant slopes usually display are muted today from shadows strewn by gray clouds spewing their contents as they are speared in soft underbellies by the peaks they pass.Just a Small Sip
Damp, the colors blend together.
Farther on, the wounds slowly heal. Curving sheets spilling out shrink, retracting from the ground, leached away by dry desert air before it can reach parched soil
until sunlight finally scatters the mountains' blanket to the west the atmosphere now amply saturated to allow a few meager drops


Expedition into AbasementDim dash lights blur as my focus stretches beyond to flat fabricated black.Expedition into Abasement
Solid yellow, broken white flash past, directing me I-don't-know-where.
Lament as it dawns on me: endless hours behind the wheel are solely occupied searching through CDs.
Put one in, play one song, immediately swap it for the next containing another specific piece to fit my mood.
Should I find it cheesy or apt- really not sure which- that the man's words on The Postal Service, Track 4 seem my thoughts brought to life.
Simultan
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