rexx

the wind is beginning to bite
and i rather like it.

tis the season for whiskey in my coffee and breath that i can see before and all around me...
beautiful.
red noses and little life puffs.
oh and the array of gloves and mittens in all colors and patterns and fabrics and forms clutching coffees and teas tightly in mugs and cardboard cups and i always guess at what's inside.



today
walking quickly through familiar back alleys
past smells of city diner pancakes, in piles,
reminded me of puddle splashing through the town for miles
fall's coldest day, its last, long ago,
thinking that i knew about love or life or even my very own soul. ha.

the days grow darker, sooner, now
and i know.
i know, now, that i know a little more.

though a light sheet of ice from the sky fell upon me i asked:
with nowhere to be at all,
why am i walking so quickly on this most predictable path?

i stopped dead in my tracks and breathed in deeply, shut eyes drenched in black.
and i knew a little more.

someday i'll put my finger on exactly what it is that i know
or even what i knew at that moment
its hard to piece together but it makes sense in my head, and i was never very good at verbalizing, anyway.

we are so often demanded, in one way or another, to explain ourselves
by others, strange and near, and
even by ourselves, to ourselves...
and sometimes even tend, unknowingly, to shape our lives in order to provide explanation.
let's not give in to living this way.


no matter what!
"wine preserves. God endures. the whores blow on"
-Charles Bukowski-

and life is sweeter than a pixie stick long enough to reach the sun.



anyways, hello and goodbye, my little hot saucy love noodles.

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p.s. halloweenie




<3 yinz.
-Rexx