A need spawned a late night journey
that I cared not, really to make;
night's shadows were lined up, silently
lying in wait for evening's chill, to take.

Crooked fingers reaching for the sky
trees silhouetted against the night,
though late, I still needed to visit the mart
so off I walked, with the moon shining bright.

The air out, was really "hollow", and "cold"
much cooler than earlier, that day;
I had to hurry before the night grew too old
and other creatures could arrive out, to play.

Blow you strong northwestern wind!
shake the windows, toss the trees
show summer out and autumn in
time approaches for first freeze

Fill the sky of blue with gray
bring the long forgotten rain
which has been too long away
return moisture to the world again

Loosen acorns for the falling
blow the spots off of the fawn
set the geese and ducks to calling
roust hunters out before the dawn

Makes me want to rip heads off.
Bullshit, verbal leakage
you are putrid seepage,
dripping down my brain.

Glacial sweat creeping down the back of my neck
trickling through my senses
feel the need to massacre ,
as I am , lying in this metaphorical gutter.

Tiny bites nip at my
self control. Testing my durability .
Laying me low.
The crux of it all.

"Oh, hi.......and a good day to you, fellow traveler"
I then, re-burrowed my nose in my book,

seemed like an exceptional thing to do, at the time
I certainly didn't want to give him, the "look".

Coerced into riding the train into work
I didn't need some "nut" rattling on,

but he continued to yammer on endlessly
I made a point of letting him see me yawn.

No matter the topic, my thoughts were "suspect"
so, he kept arguing with me all along,