being o u t there.
cool twitch fingerswitch a head set ahead of
the game, the pavement so full of everything that i wanted to fuck a whole city
then tell everyone in town about it. to break the
ground. urge of young blood or callousness, like: these are not our twisted pioneered ties, or
were we just bored.
the prize of back balconies smoked through old-world irons or were we just bored.
dark movie bricks, a 2nd street and avenue bye by dead jazz apartments, feelings of flasking
and in winter, not lonely
and in floorboards, a negative balance to ignore
scope of dreamscape or light
from a sneak black Manhattan night rain cleaning
i knew i would come here around here this first here
anyway, why not stop somewhere before.
we were trying things.