the hour a ruby, the locale perishable.
Is this the setting you meant by “spring?"
Is vision reliable? Or is it a headtrip
that needs a walk? Ah, spring,
hopscotch chalk, it is now October.
Stray trimmings fall like clipped whiskers.
They are claimants rather than obstacles.
They want everything terrible
moved out of the way. They like
the provident and the unattired. I’d talk
about it but I’m leaving. I’ve assumed
a personality and that’s bad.
My spirit medium is in the shower
and you’re everything I’ve ever had.
-- Star Black
