it's_october raze and i am a reverb tail stretching out the sound of clean electric guitar arpeggios just a thin enough kiss to be missed when i'm gone 211001 ... unhinged the fall is definitely turning here. it rained good this week so i'm gonna go hiking for shrooms after work tomorrow 211001 ... epitome of incomprehensibility And the weather has reverted to September, but the squirrels are out in full force. I saw an albino one today, not totally white but whiter than most. Another chittered from a tree and I swear "chittered" is the right word. 211001 ... tender square yesterday, while waiting in a line at a stop light, i turned my head and noticed a public pool that was deserted and without water. “that’s strange,” i thought, believing that it was still summer. i wondered if the pool had closed down for renovations or something. then it dawned on me that it was october 1. 211002 ... ovenbird October arrives with sharp metal brackets that slice into the soft tissue on the inside of your cheeks. It comes ready to bloody your mouth. It comes with rain and a liquid diet and a fistful of pills that will help you sleep. It says, “The wait list for those who think they are dying is four months long, but here’s a workbook you can do online.” It comes leaking sap from its pores. There’s pumpkin spice on its breath when it says, “I love you,” then it punches you in the gut. Later it binds your wounds with spiderwebs and you drink tea steeped to tar under a blanket of New Zealand wool. It comes spilling acorns. Enough to trip on. Enough to drop you to the curb so you can crack your skull. Would it be too much to ask, you wonder, for a little beeswax and molasses? You could use something that will burn clean. You could use something just a little sweet, to smear thickly over the lightless morning. “Please?” you say from your knees. October flicks cigarette ash into your hair and turns away. 251001 ... e_o_i It's suddenly cold today. That feels like good luck, like when the first day of a new month lands on a Monday. Today's Wednesday, but the break in the seasons augurs well. For the next thirty days, when I write the date on paper, I'll get to turn the "O" of "Oct" into a pumpkin. Why do this childish thing? Well, why not? 251001 what's it to you? who go blather from