September Sun
September sun glowing golden hairNow keep in mind, son, she was never thereOctober's rust bisecting black storm cloudsOnly the deaf hear my silent shouts
Yet in the dark still he screams your nameNights living death with which rhymes insaneTen years amassed para toda mi vida?Lost man in time, was his name Peter?
September sun rotted Flatbush porchI would have run then, had I known the costAutumnal rays turned your eyes to stoneDid it give you pleasure to steal my soul?
Leave her aloneI said, leave her alone
Me? I know why