Fall smoked hard in the breath of
Winter upon the astuteness of 2013.
Grey smog and chartered tricolor petals
Charged upon pulses, white and condensed,
Like the bravura of a possessed singer.
And the looseness of frazzled harmony belched
With the sputum of fired beer.
Gerwine raced in her Honda to the Bahnhof,
Reeking of hurtled love, for her pet's conveyance
To the grey mercy...
At the streak of three, the rendezvous paled.
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