waited…

waited for autumn…
never came…
wanting a colorful death…
something to write home about…
from Montreal…
where a foriegn tongue was spoken…
trendy coffee shops…
old burlesque shows…
tourists talking…
and i kept quiet…kept quiet…

waited for autumn…
never came…
wanting a colorful death…
something to write home about…
from Vermont…
sleeping in a Dodge…
eating French fries in vacant lots…
poets discuss and discuss and discuss…too much discussion
not enough writing…not nearly enough…

waited for autumn…
never came…
wanting a colorful death…
something to write home about…
from Gotham…
eating in soup kitchens…
praying in churches…
watching youth at play in Washington Square…
junkies trying to score…
mixing with Mexican migrant workers…on the road to somewhere…somewhere…

waited for autumn…
never came…
wanting a colorful death…
something to write home about…
from the Pittsburgh bus depot…
where loudspeakers tell of boarding calls…
vagabonds roll cigarettes…
college girls apply make-up…
sending out selfies…
for all the world to see…

waited for autumn..
never came…
wanting a colorful death…
something to write home about…
from my heart…
broken…
soul searching from city to city to city…
looking for reds and golds…reds and golds…
turning to brown..
waited…waited…

for you…
waited for you…

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