The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

Rainy October Wednesday

Accompanying music.

…in the moldy air smells

fresh of oysters, crabs, & spiral snails

rolling inside rolling leaves, brick bells

clanging mossy in the cloudy, pale

shoving chill that makes me ill but also

stomach-filled: the french fries leave their scent,

orange trees scheme to bury seeds are all so

juicy you can tell the apple’s pent

up till bitten splurging maple peanut

butter chocolate drops in black-oil puddle

rainbows hugging sidewalks in my tea cup

coffee acorns roasting steam that muddles

windshields in the misty highways, till the

moon awakes, glow headlights, pumpkin eyes

from the deck of witches named Matilda,

Spider-Man, or ‘nother grim disguise,

all for jangling bags of shiny plastic

honey colors. Dump the leaves in drops,

feed your storm drain. Crying in baskets

tastes both sweet & sour, for sour’s a lot…

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