Autumn in Ohio

As the colorful, dried of leaves crunch underneath my toes

I pray to god for another week before it snows.

Doing Just Fine

Don’t tell me how to live my life,

I’m doing just fine.

Just don’t let me drink another

whole fucking bottle of Wine

It Must be the Changing Seasons

My nose is dripping.

My head is stuffed.

every muscle in my body aches.

It must be the changing seasons.


There’s frost on my windshield.

My sweater isn’t warm enough.

I’m getting leaves whipped in my face.

It must be the changing seasons.


I don’t want to leave my bed.

Everything seems hopeless.

Everything around me is dying or dead.

It must be the changing seasons