I. October falls to the ground Red is a leaf is a dress Flimsy. Cheap. Tight. Wear ‘til someone tears it off On Halloween costume backless But tonight modest leather Birkenstocks
II. The forest primeval? Longleaf’s a road in the city Home of the happy dog It is the click of the clip on leash
III. Scarlet leaved tree wish I knew your name This far South most turn brown or not at all Sun muscles out one blazing farewell Time to circle back to the gold van Before spiders fall out of trees Waving thin crotchety legs To work down tire swing chains
"I found bliss early. It was reading or thinking in the spread out trunk of a pink flowered mimosa tree in our front yard.
I made my freest art back then. When I was a little kid alone in my room, I danced to music from a tiny record player. I had a built up platform in the bottom of my closet, so I would push the clothes back on either side and dance away in funky costumes I found around the house. Now when I create art, I am seeking to go back to my bliss." Usher May 24, 2010