Friday, November 18, 2011

Do not write November

November is the true February; it is a month of 29 deadly days regardless of the menomic which holds that 30 is it's true calender-Don't doubt me here, for I know the friendless truth of being pulled from freedom and sent to war school in pine cone Carolina where my skin gained grime that still stains a rag these 45 years gone- My only thanks is that the evil month flies; it's guilty greasy days slide off and slink into the worst of the pastime's cells and rot like the false crops of an Indian Summer