procession of changes

 

autumn smells the same and different
this year again
I'm slowly drawing nearer
and further away
as summer's dissolving
into vagueness
dim but for
the headaches bellyaches heartaches
the work-pissoff
and the girl with dark hair
hard eyes and
too much attachment
and detachment
and now again
the procession of changes
autumn smells the same and different
this year