Purple Vertigo

I’ve noticed two or three satellites rotating slowly in orbit, reflecting light only at intervals, as though junked. I’ve noticed men lurking under lamps at subway entrances hawking various pamphlets, warning of atrocities, hats out, pleading for a few dollars, imploring the lion.

I’ve seen women in the gardens with animals, war embroided on their cardigans, dancing with Hopelessness, sleeping nights in abandoned lingerie factories. However, I’ve got this slow glow coming over me, a delayed suffocation, like that praying mantis in a jar found in the drawer of a writing desk bought on eBay…a happy drowning feeling that I have no hesitation surrendering to… a purple vertigo, I guess.

In the city tonight, the shadows broken, all leaking light.