Cantankerous sky smothers love blue kisses rain down on you and yours. Scrunch squint mincers look loftwards and across the panorama, pausing, just for a split, just long enuff, just longing, long.ing. waiting….took a branch on the thought Train, just for a, long just long long enough, long enough to in/out the cool october breathing, satisfy.
Have you ever stopped dead in the middle of the Block, without a thought, like that, nothing there? You should try it sometime; There was this flake down by the East River who swore by that ev er ry day, oh and a good thick coating of Vicks on the chest hair daily, by day by day by, bye bye........sweet dreems!