Autumn Mill 1998
whiskey tastes good in the fall.
firewater runs down the throat,
with just the right medicinal flavor to boot.
arms move all akimbo;
mouth utters words it knows not.
days pass by amid the rustling leaves
and one man knows no slumber.
the nights, too, shall pass by
as the wild bird sings.
then time will sit in the glass
and be consumed
one by one.
©2021 Will Mayo All rights reserved.
Will Mayo is the author of Dreams Of Mongolia, Hoodoo Voodoo, The Shells Encasing Our Nothingness, and other books of the extraordinary. He lives with his six-toed black cat in Frederick, Maryland, said by some to be the most haunted city in the state. Most of his writing is done between the hours of 3 a.m. and sunrise. He enjoys wordplay and strange tales, and hopes you do too.