Began in human color with human worries, turned cartoon, a lollipop or talking fish commercial. I walked where pictures appeared. Corner after corner, an
Although this may sound like a gin-soaked line, last night, I dreamt about you and your coal overcoat in the festooned Neon of Manhattan.
Say the quiet grows around you, that the slip of light is all that pins my hand to your chest when the senses quit