Overcast
flood over me
cooling October clouds,
that bring with them
the death of insects,
the running inside of
all the bikini bearing
wretches, the ceasing
of the smell of barbecues
& beer bellies,
the retreating faces of messy
children playing in the
sand, the fizzling fireworks
announcing the
“independence” of
one slave nation born
out of an empire in order
to become worst than its
momma could ever
have been (who did its
best to be much larger
than its Roman father),
the silencing of outdoor
festivals breeding crap bands for
quick cash, the chilling of
the sweltering heat that
makes men who can
grow hair sweat (ahem),
the pulling up of those
tops that were down, the
taking of the bikes back
into the garage (Harley
****s that’d been rumbling
all Summer thinkin’ they’re
still 20), an end to the
litany of parades that announce
to world redundancy louder than
the year before, an end to the
excuses for wars that start
or escalate come July, an end
to the ****ing hypocrite
factory in Washington getting
August off to circle
jerk themselves to sleep,
an end to the yapping &
screeching dogs once outside
that need to be kept inside now (kept
from the coming freeze),
an end to the shitty iced tea
that finally gets taken off
the windowsill, an end to
the suntan lotion (getting put
back up on the shelf), an end
to the lemonade stands
(got ta find a new way to
profit) & a major decrease in
spandex laden early morning
runners trying to shed all
those pounds just to gain
it all back come the
“holidays.”
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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