Autumn Memory

It is strange when you talk about zucchini
because we have bigger fish to fry.
Life is switching over
like holograms of hell
down your hallways.
Memories slow down
come back to redefine you.
Fall is the season of memory.
Dreams are falling one by one
and soon we'll be thankfully trapped
in the down arms of winter,
stringing lights like flashing wishes
knotting bows of fortune.

Monster Revolution

Come in with your mask and black eyes
and wish me disaster
and thrash the silver blade towards me,
right at my neck line.
Strengthen the brashness in your voice
and your handcuffs, make it all sincere.
Take the rope,
Take my hands like the twines of time.
And when I say no, don't listen because
I have difficulty with humor.
When I ask for the gentleness of your hand
there is only the sunrise ahead of us
and the revolution of innocence,
but what does a monster know about that.