The starts and stops of stark words on white echo the cold spray of autumn rain.
Outside drops gather on branches only to well up and surprise the back of my neck
Exposed to the chill nail- of that solitary droplet well placed within an upturned collar
Is convincing enough to place me inside and warm.
Let the brave Spiderman Z and M brave the begging queues for candy.
Black IPA in hand I am in the mood to give sugar to pre-diabetic scream queens and demons
Then again, why settle for passive when active brings pleasure beyond hoppy cold comfort
Alas Fate you've sends the first foe a 5 year old flamingo to sap my resolve.
I barely survived her crocodile concern a simper- in pink to be sure.