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.”