The way your yellow leaf fills with interior light
drifts in seeming this autumn seemingness

intermittent denial of service
when the leaves turn away into darkness

you want to call the leaf company to complain
you corny human tabernacle

resist foresting urge
the funny machete of your emotion

it’s so particular changing colors
like a leaf you hold / batter in moments

the funny machete of an emotion
hold it like a fig leaf resist the urge

you want to tell someone else
how you just d-listed an emotion

like a movie where humans battle machines
make love unexpectedly-expectedly foreplay killing things

my review said corny human tabernacles
said expect blood forest of humans

the audience ninety-nine percent darkness
watch them drift in their weird flickering seems

and later turn to sugar water
when your body walks out of the theater into sunlight