SHY SEPTEMBER

September’s song line
Sounding like raindrops
On a Sunday eve
Whose sunset is wrinkled

September
Like two thousand
Eight hundred
Eighty moons ago
Shares half the face
The other half
The unsaid thought

September
The ice berg
Clothing I impulse naked
The thought of thee
Like the bloody salts
Poking the bastards blurry voice

September
I prayed for thee last night
That thy offspring shares not
In the crippled spirit
Oozing off thy
Shadow of abomination

September
You soon fade from memory
The time next
When our faces rub
You will be a stranger
An extension
Of I ape instinct
A cracked opinion
Hanging on a pigs fate

September
I ink spills in waste
Yet the breeding scrolls
Of I insanity
Share nothing in common
With thy pale mind

Decembers promise
Smiles with deception

So I will wait
I will wait for January
For then I shall find I muse
I shall find Poetry
I faceless Mistress