Awful & astonishing night will clasp at the leaves; at the coins of a ruined country: yellow maple; red procession; black branches. As I
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
Nothing stopped, not the rain, not the moon. The zodiac turned into a mud picture because the clouds came. The forecast was for the