Leaf blown winds, and warmth bound cups

It came again to me the lonliness of isolation, the winter bound crystals of ice crack like fingers from hell,

the times have come for days when off work staring at blank tv screens,

the trips to the store for twelvers and chips, the days pass quick

the months turned to dew as the dew turned to me,

I used to climb enthusiasm walls, and fall from Idealisms string,

So call me again to a desert of the soul, of self found intropesction, half smoked cigarettes,

burnt coffee, dirty shoes, molded crags, and damp cold nights,

Blowing erosive winds of criticism, shake the structure of my ego,

Find the time when leaf blown winds will give the fall to pause,

october’s red skies will shine again when tall people hold warmth bound cups