cadence of my desires,
whisked like patchwork leaves
through the eddying alleys
and torn by sharp footsteps
leaning on the walls of
the Everystore; it takes
money to lose money.

collage the nighttime
like summer's end just
going in frail directions
the colors of autumn, golden
with auburn embroidery fringing
the edges of sullen trees.

we've learned our lessons here,
our lessons we kept bare, our
teachings we tried to share
but for the idiot noise of
radio mouths manufacturing
consentual contracts between
prostitute and businessman.

Do not be fooled by looks,
feel into things with a heart's
leaning the way you fell into
your first kiss with your
second girl, it was like falling
and being caught at the last
minute. this is how you feel
across the world, this is
how you desire to dream in
autumn's ribbons unfurled
like dusky eyes closing in
sensual agreement, a lazy
sex brought with time and
essence, these patchwork
memories pasted across the
plaster, these delicate
moments kept and lost like
fluttering ribbons of contextual
newspaper clippings, enveloping
the logos of Everystore.