"november seems odd, you're my firing squad"

its early in the morning and i am putting some imitation meat on wheat bread...lathering it up good with gulden's spicy brown to camouflage the confusion...outside the wind is whipping and the thunder booming...that doesn't happen this far north in novemeber...well it is happening now...is this why i am here, to worry about the epic floods of the delaware and the hudson...to eat questionable meat...meat with expiration dates two months ahead...man that sure isnt right...is this all you have for me...another night in november...under the howling trees...whining with despair...cracking, swaying, and bending under the weight of existence...without you, your friend, or my other lovers...without all that means anything...damn its like my sandwich and these stale chips...its only what i've found...