The machinations of weeds often go unnoticed
but I can feel the dandelion’s dark intent.
Inside my computer are vices I can’t explain
and virtues I won’t.
What battles for more are fought silently
in a world of less and less?
I was born in a gold mine.
Gold is a poison.
like fish we die far away from home
in houses that will immediately be given to someone else
The 1st of November
A photogenic witch is caught
with her jeans down
(Do you know even traditional witches shop at Abercrombie and Fitch?)
the day after Halloween.
Gets in trouble for being out the day after Halloween.
There is a season for everyone.
and mine for you was the summer of my life
when you were the glare I saw reflected in everything.
It is the 1st of November now.
Go.
Miniature Moon 