Jack Vettriano
"Cocktails and Broken Hearts"
Last Chances
Fall, even the name says down
Crushed into the earth.
The leaves of autumn become
No more than mulch, sacrificing what has been
To a future spring.
Foot falls, damp, the lamps of
Twilight wash sidewalks
Already wet with fog
Old songs filter through
The air thick with might have been.
Low moaning of horns and whining of clarinets
Speak of places at the end of a bar,
Old movies, and mysterious women in black
A time when gravity finally wins
To take hold of a year almost done.
2 comments:
I like October for these things you mention. But I also like it because the last of the NCELMs (nasty creepy eight legged monstrosities) go away.
They have been a bit more nasty, creepy, and monstrous over the last couple of weeks.
You can send the NCELMs to my house. We like them here. What we can't stand are the HBSLKBM
Hopping Biting Six Legged Kitty Born Monstosites.
I really dislike being lunch.
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