All On A November Day

Like all of these colors filling
My senses this late late fall day
You know them plum burgundy
To lemon yellow leaves lifted
By the winter-like wind coming
To bring change like  all of that
Are the feelings bubbling up like
Champagne or marsh gas
With so many images that my
Eyes glaze over like freezing rain
On the green green grass under
The influence of grass yes grass
For as many faces as colors of leaves
Stare forth from the blur of vision
The blond curly haired girl I used to
Shit with in the woods the boy
Who like me rubbed his tiny tiny
Penis against our girlfriend's vagina
From those images arise all the bodies
As on some judgment day that I have 
Held naked in my arms you know
Love love and all its connotations
And revolutions and shared fluids
Flesh and wet kisses vainly attempting
To transcend to rise up like the Holy
Fucking Ghost beyond the earthly
Confines of existence all that all that
Blending into a spectrum of songs
Streaming streaming from the 
World Wide Web world wide until 
We know the ecstasy and the Irony
Of a November Day

Jack 11/22/13