thecoolbeane

September must frighten rabbits-- the quick god who takes a quick drink and makes the earth leap and swell. When the sky clenches its teeth, the bushes shudder and run. Night prematurely born is strangely purple, the color of poison flowers, of forgetting. It steps over the moon with a growl. The trees shudder and sway. Night is a man that enters quietly into your house, the storm is not quiet but beats with its erratic heart upon the door, and its lightning fists clutch summer, its sobs are gulped by the ground of lie silent in stagnant pools, shuddering. Slugs and worms rise from the earth like grief, wade upon small seas and

Burned my eggs, toast, birth certificate.