seasonal endings
change is a-brewing
life is a-stirring
and emotions transcending:
fear not the antiquated ghosts
that glare through clouded windows,
poisoning your pale-clad lips
with cold fingertips yet passes
through, zephyr-like
whether or not the weather's changed entirely

Tis morning of the awakened winds
summoned for servitude
the 3 o'clock breezes blow hourly
bolstered by the need to pick up speed
as if my mind has already caught up
with the new-fangled lifeline
an added telephone cord struck with
a chord for chaos or
possibly a pay off?


conditioned mannequins
like fresh impressions of feet
that follow ready-made trailings
"perfection" falsified to a tee
robbed of the blossoming BOOM:
a change of face
a change beneath the inch-thick surfaces
an inevitable "end" to all

seasonal endings
quite like mulch, maddened to an undetermined pulp
Tis a spring of resurrection and his mistress
a revolutionary altercation
between closed doors and matched-lock keys
i know now that "change is gonna come"