November Falls

How clear in sleep a mind recalls November falls from harbour walls, dumb concrete boots and splashing sounds, dead flower wreaths float sickly sweet halos slowly drowning. Confused by red and blue regrets the sun then sets, spent cigarettes flicked nonchalant to watery graves, old love affairs mount spiral stairs leading steeply downward. Stolen on a breath that sighs, fake alibis at crying eyes, gasping hooks and dragging dreams way out to sea where they may be consigned to sleep with fishes. With grim resign a mind recalls November falls when winter calls with spells of ice from frosted tongues, the iron bind, the lemming love, blind suicides of virgins.