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Poem Titled :- Autumn Leaves Like This Patched Roads

Autumn leaves like these season’s sprawled in early June, transfigured falling deep asleep day dreaming on the cotton farms, padlocks itch on cold foots from our past enslaved shores of antiquities ballroom

Aside the derogatory influx of times past those many dead heroes still back at midnight where spears beam and armours cling like cymbals, our lads pick ballistics and lay burlesque when the greats do the moonwalk from our ingenious pasts, we narrow as those songs once sung on pick pitched notes and falsetto’s, whence one commits to our obliterated cascading and fears

Do not these hearts lined like hedgerows bite and sting? In the steak puddings of our watery lives these lads equate their adaptive fears as they lay by the pathways of finding solace, an artery falls off when our two giant trunks cluster as these young cubs snorting in silent pain: pale and sunken to shrouds

I and other compatriots loiter naked on these sands by the shores to Mississippi’s lingerie, I graze for twenty four hours and back in our African courtyard’s one faces the brisk entrances of the moon by our canal and paintings of our stringent quests

She, our most precious jewel in the Savannah is green and sometimes pale yellowish as though she had a fever but she sprawls her wings and flies over skyscrapers only yearning the deadly waters of adaptations, algae, torrents of fuji in our musical sounds and cries in the falling of our young polished trees.