I Wanna Be An October Cold Front
I wanna blow wind gusts
In children’s inner lobes,
I wanna make fire crackle and smoke
Fly out the roof, boil hot cocoa on the stove
I wanna brown leaves
Leaving stains, after it rains, on the patio,
I wanna harden snot bubbles in nostrils,
Redden eyes and clog throats.
Okay. Okay. Maybe not my best work. But, I’m a little ticked off at the cold front coming through. I believe it’s making me a little sick. Anyways, I’m going to bed at a record time tonight, just as soon as I finish up this little blog.