If I could somehow wipe October
right off the map... I would.
Not only this one, but to the past
and successive as well.
Soo many sentences uttered whilst
describing times, talking late night to friends
who need the catch up... to dates and events
start with "Last October". It was
a time for change, and I couldn't bash out
what I had
to what I really wanted.
An idea of us.
And these thirteen days. So far? Almost destructed again.
So toss this Gregorian mess, and let my birthday come sooner!
The end of the month even.
Because soon, I'll tell you what
I want. With no past movements,
such as time circling the block. At a
leisurely pace, with twenty eight some odd days
to kick the tires and form thoughts about you
to burn, in grandiose proportion. An
effigy mound to hike, and a future
for both.
