fall...

the leaves turn yellow...winter sneezes its cold breath...where in full bloom in fall now...sound of leaf blower in the air...time undistilled disolves fast...the young twenty somethings searching frantically to search body fluids with someone else..pink hair...tattoos....cell phones...gum....earrings....indie rock...indie this...indie that...public relations...the bombs dropping...somewhere all the time...working...collapse of value...lies...self importance...parnoia...self consciousness...

"did you forget you were going to die?" the writer said through an impish smile, the smoke curling up in swirls from his clove cigarette...