in halogen autumn a horse tore wind
full as waves in a halogen autumn
my line waits for me receding headline
in a halogen autumn a horse torn wind

full fire rubbed depraved wingtip condors
a halogen autumn me in a lucid pool
crinkle in twilight now known in the woods
in a halogen autumn��� broken pot

inspired by the disintegration
the fragmentation jubilation ��� junk
inspired by my own��� motives squirrelly
saving its hide for halogen autumn

it's the only autumn i'll know ��� clopclop
here's the junkman from mars ��� the mayor ��� clop



�2005 by John Eivaz