Le Printemps
How many days has it been?Since I could count the years we would shared forever.When buses and trees…
Harmonicas
we will all need babysittersis what the saxophone madam playsbraced against a tunnel mouthlike the night gently pulls her into itselfsounds like the late trains pulling outin black tie, and lace
The floor boards tremble beneath her feet as the bass takes on an incredulous beat . White noise.
A diabolic gush weakens her stance as she tries to mimic life's new dance.Tempest storm.