PATH BLIND

have you ever been “ path blind“?
i suspect you have/are and we meet 
where the moon is Mars.
and that's ok by you -
as long as we talk about the Limbo 
in my teeth and not the nothing -
in your fear.

but I’ve come this far 
to tell you a story 

if you don’t 
mind…

[  i have a Mind for You. ]

with words that finish when you do.

II

it was no November as much as an under- June with a callous cap of snow
for a sun, and all the peanut brittle in the Universe. 
November, then, was a remarkable Moth that knew 
an incandescent flame from a Terrible Beginning… 
and our youth -
is the  difference continuing
to fear the light,

euro trash savvy.
and outta 
sight.

it was no November on the map of things, it simply wasn’t polite.
the leaves abandoned their posts and drifted down below the feet of angels -
once pale green, but now in anguished orange, as floral as a living thing...
but dead. and on the ground. at an angle.