October lies waiting; a tiger beyond September hungry for wildebeest boxes sugar-topped corny flakes jellied berries of orange, red and blue dropped from the world wary that decorating signs of seasons changing like neon dreams become obstructions deftly yo distant destinies Driveways of blacktop spiral downward in space-time vortexes girding the round world wankily -creation encrusted in part like a jewel shedding months of amnesia fading yesterdays unconcerned with old times' broods of days settled while foods that flowed like shiny lucre compiling resolutely and silently as August rolls away gold-plated to its temporal garage sounds of potential emerging earthquake symbols sun-tide of clouds overcoming mountains taller than those eroded away So nothing remains of summer to remind one of bitter-sour recognition that time is more and less burnt creme repasts of something and nothingnesses- verisimilitudes of years were barren and never being Food for bear wistfully wandering wait where trees fall through clef notes echoed in chords when quantum uncertainty izes indeterminate super-positions of all possible locations nerve again isolated from wave-particles traversing reasons that ideas and tides of words emerge to expression All forests of dying green meadows with fish of September seek magnetic traces of river's home profits political currents covering hundreds of swimming fins through-put being and nothingness After October another wave names months so cold those in cracked, parched dry lakes baking under the star feel a glimmer of theoretical relief if a thought receded in time to global warming farther north packing November's proud icy snows floating in fogs mountain skies stops frosting one Earth with its December turning away from another like the year before when solstice's short day leaves night smiling every thing that could be said about September said when poets that loved summer went on strike thinking of grass mowed and goats frolicked with piles of chewy delight Just for a moment when the sun stops flight Earth waits for second impulse to return to increasing photon lucidity as if tight days packed together were sober with realization sensing increase lost with the innocence of September where the pressure of time stocks stores up for fall transition inventory clerks counting what's on shelves discount stacks built time a new class arrived to eyeball tomorrows with secret lusts rhymed with cheap novels worlds away written about leaves falling in autumn colors that were multifarious coatings of puke barfed upon the topography like sessions of Congress almost none loved Presidential campaigns perfecting pomp and circumstance so persons of interest leaning against lampposts contemplating unknown billions in back street pacs indifferent to common hopes for shelter beside the door, hammer and plans in the bug hotel risen high with a tidal wave of minutes given before nothingness the sum total of darkness itself disappears before the day September comes.
