Philadelphia at night seems to dance undulating light The fluid nature of darkness, electric with semblances. So language grows mutable...
The wind is singing verbosely through the shimmering elm, like a girl I once loved for an hour or two. Lovely song, lovely dance, lovely...
After midnight, coffee shop dissonance. A city become mostly memory, the hard, melancholy kiss of it. Florescent shadows, hypnagogic glee. ...
Two a.m. and the lettuce heads, frail green, are taking a shower. Frolicking in the night ether. Produce does not get lonely does not debouc...
She says, It’s strange becoming accustomed to the sound of your feet, and not his. You have a very distinctive clamber, like a boulder bound...
