A Season to Remember
Jake Hajer

Colors change as armies
of hearts retreat to frosty tips
and the safety of barbed wire.

A season where each day is
X’d off as bloody as possible.

The very grass frauds,
fumes and freezes.
Peat smokes brain cells dead.

They say scored of scotch.
They say other things.

Moving fast when you don’t
want them to.
—Funny or beautiful things
in our nerdy warbling.

Too much measuring of things;
Too many right answers,
wasting my damn time.

You should tell your friends
of this season.
Use some dumb metaphor,
like a tree;
A little thicker, knows a few
more squirrels, hands out
rotten acorns to seed seasons.

Perpetual emotion of a season
that will bite, burn and bruise you.
-Sticks and stones taking
chunks and leaving divots.

The point is to forget
why you started drinking.
A true punk;
The remains of a season
to remember.

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