Step up and forfeit your frontal lobe. To the sexed-up stroll of celebrity. Never mind that the nanoseconds in between. Are some of the darkest darkness that you've ever seen.
Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish. Fluorescent light of the bathroom. Shows my hands as they are. See an eyelash on my cheek. . Pick it off and make a wish.
Life use to be lifelike.. Now it's more like showbiz.. I wake up in the night & I don't know where the bathroom is.. And I don't know what town I'm in or what sky I am under..
Perpetrating counter culture she is walking through the park. First light ugly and more muscular than the dark. Pushing poems at the urban silence. Drawing portraits of the passers-by.
The wind is ruthless. The trees shake angry fingers at the sky. The people hunch their shoulders. Hold their collars over their ears and run by. . It's a cold rain.