Wet asphalt sparkling under the white sky.
There is a yawn of blue.
Sometimes fall is brighter than summer,
more alive with moisture and energy.
Some things are dying, but many things end like fireworks.
We can be categorized in many ways.
Let’s divide us into:
the standing, the sitting and the reclining.
Then let us separate into:
summer minds, winter minds, spring minds, fall minds.
You’re going to yawn. You’re going to stretch your eyes.
START FROM SCRATCH
small kindergarten words
the sun will
the grass is
let’s lean forward
catch a good wind
steer towards dips
we’ll see it
at the end.
but we’re not
at the end
Michael O’Shaughnessy co-edited a literary zine in the ’90s called Report to Hell. From 2007-2010, he and his wife wrote a gonzo cooking column called “In the Sellwood Kitchen” for a neighborhood newspaper in Portland, Oregon. He runs a semi-fictional net label called Sleeping Brothers Records, releasing lo- to mid-fi albums recorded over the last 30 years by a small circle of friends. He lives with his wife in Southern California. You can find him on Twitter at @mroshaugh.