An October shopping spree.

From the collection, Sighs in a Shell By Tylor Traxler

I fell into you And the chaos of your rhetoric 

Twisting me up like cable chords 

you were my sin in gracious Times 

My calm in troubles waters 

I fell into you like bad habits Of an adolescent 

That didn’t seem so tragic In our effervescence 

You were more like a shotgun bombshell 

In a fog, or haze of heaven 

Or an eleven, in the essence of the questions

I was driven past the present, 

in the matter of a second it took 

to breathe the message as my weapon 

What you want, isn’t what I need 

So, fall free, like an October shopping spree 

In the glee of summers hindsight 

When the wind settles, and the world fills with color

I can’t fall into you, I don’t feel it anymore 

But I feel the shore, it waves and leaves 

Like the autumn days, with you before 

Twist me up like chargers and small talk 

Afternoons on the art walk, 

Skipping cracks in the sidewalk 

I think I’ll meet you in Montauk 

Where troubled waters, they all talk