me euphorically getting some kind of song idea on the way home from the bar one night when i still lived at the apartment. never turned it into anything – except this blog post! $50 bucks to the person who can turn this into a real song.
manhattan
black highways pt. 5
but not until i was in the barnes and noble realizing
i sweat through my clothes
listening to the highway love unlimited album
trying to make out the letters on the tote bag
realizing i wasn’t wearing a mask
that no one was wearing a mask
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gasping
black highways pt.4
a small white white wobbly
metal table
painted white but not having faded
significantly.
no clue what
we were talking about but i woke up
unable to go back to sleep
the apartment
the apartment created the knowledge of longing
just like dorms
introduced to me the concept
of apartments
i sit up in relief, awake
she says it is cute when i rub my eyes
but believe me,
it stings
what becomes of this?
we play under lofts
and years
and the weight of the familiar people outside
Sunshine and Wind 