15 November 2010


Phrenetic 11/14

Streets of New York
Taxicab driver
Those screens that won’t turn off
Manhattan Bridge
Little pools of light
Dotting by like bugs on windscreens
Endless streets I don’t recognize
Cosby neighborhoods
Dark rooms
How drunk is this bedroom
The breeze in the window
Maybe we will sleep
Sheets like liquid
Heaviness and the sounds of cars

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