October Never Ends… The Madness Starts November 1st

October Never Ends… The Madness Starts November 1st

BR WIlson The Wilson Family Lights, Guitars & Cigars

I start in November.

quiet about it. like a man hiding cash in the walls.

one tote. then three. then the attic sighs.

plastic bones knock like bad ideas,

extension cords coil like sleeping snakes,

fog machines cough up something close to memory.

neighbors think it’s for the kids.

that’s fine. let them have that version.

truth is

I like the moment just before the lights kick on

when the yard looks normal

and I know it isn’t.

I measure life in seasons

but October… October id life.

graveyard foam and rusted wire,

a crooked fence that leans like it knows secrets,

a scarecrow with a better posture than me.

I wire the dark together.

I give it timing. rhythm. breath.

people walk through

laughing louder than they mean to

hands a little tighter than they admit.

good.

fear, the honest kind,

strips the nonsense right off a person.

for a few minutes

they’re awake.

and me

standing off to the side in a hoodie

smelling like hot bulbs and leaf rot

counting reactions like a bookie

thinking

this is as close as it gets

to making something real

out of shadows.