September red

The red color springs

Among the leaves

The few leaves of red

the blood red wine

this deep drunk conviction

that it makes everything better

is subjective

wine gave me the push into

a grand mal seizure the first time

red red wine, who wants to live forever

nobody wants to live forever

so bring me down

six feet under

with a lightning strike

made by my own brain

while I sleep

I’ll bite my tongue

my heart will stop

and I will not even know

i’ve become a red leaf

red wine, among the green leaves

and grapes

that still breathe

in a way

don’t do it to soon though

I want to see how it all ends

But I know I cannot