Nothing in this Chest Except a Dying Lung

Overlooking Autumn's decadence, beautiful wasting As maples de-robed overnight, littered a yard gone fallow This love's detritus paralleling the fallen chaos Take a drag for the joy unrequited Take a drag for the positively pleasant lies Take a drag for never walking through woods peppered burning colors Wind scraping icy fingers through the unkempt visage Dry leaves scraping concrete about the starving trees Pure innocent frosty white clutching blades of hibernating grass Take a drag for hearths devoid of cuddling comfort Take a drag for buoyant hate, flotsam of love shipwrecked Take a drag to fool the cryogenic heart that any warmth remains. Petrichor of Autumn, redolent olfactory pause Geosmin hushing jasmine detaining summer sweetness November's gale deleting terpennic decay Take a drag for ugly middles to awful beginnings Take a drag for melancholic mental ministers auto-liturgizing Take a drag for endings birthing transitions to letting go in sleep What knows a place inside my heart? Isn't me. Isn't me. What knows a place inside my heart? Isn't me. Isn't me.