Fall Taps

Know the seasons changing;

new taps(Pumpkin Ale), at the local

dim-lit, hazy, hometown bar.

Heart paddle shocks, a new rapture;

jolt alive to mellow indie sounds,

‘juxting and opposing’ to aimless friend chatter—

sweet homecoming, slippery inebriation.

Phantoms wavering in twilight foggy vision:

clouded mind & sore sights of a lonely heart.

Liquid condolences stronger than heart pump friends,

deeper understanding with no curious eyes.

Seasons change, savoring new taps;

perfectly accentuated brown sugar glass rim,

icing on my mind sooth panacea—sipping to indecency.

Wild passions fueling—alive—jiving hearth comfort feel.

Dull edge pumpkin thoughts, dreaming in autumn shades:

orange, brown, yellow—sweetly lost in leaf pile dilemmas.

Courage glinting eyes longing to capture falling-leaf loves,

fresh on deathbeds of smoldering ember summer flings

eager to bathe chilly passion fires.

Harvest mead coaxes me further away…

ebb& flow, eyes closed swaying on heart strings,

grasping phantasmal amongst memory dear friends.

These longing reunions unearth sad eye truths:
             leafs scatter amongst the wind.