October is hurting again,
a rag-doll, dumb-drunk hurt.
No method or madness
anymore. Just
stuck-up, tongue-tied hurt.

I miss old friends with their
tag-team, seamless hurt.
All to see now, the
dry-rust leaves and the
ice-pick, guilt-sick hurt.

And I want to lie and
say it’s better.
But I just
drop-dead hurt.

Word Collage

glassy wind button
wrinkling cushion carnal lust
pinwheeling nakedness
sunless needle
winged kiss bone white
wonder thumb lemon gall
full weight
absolute tender mouth mill
boot flute funnel flask
orgiastic spices color young
kettledrum swallow
dumb croak merry narcotic
static dionysian love
garden tadpole dizzy drunk
showy lichen
bulbing yielding waxing ballad
subtle ivory phasing cradle irony
sore stringy vessel
tunnel drug
scuttle swirly trial
nocturnal silk vexing
mean pretty capsule