I CAN'T TELL
ABOUT YOU
The shards of the broken cup, all that ceramic
blown around - I picked up a few pieces I
know I'll end up using on something or other.
Paintings are good disguises, they can hold
many things. I want to hold this coffee on
my little finger instead - looking down the
view from here is awesome.
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There's a cat in the alley meowing. I want
to hold it until it purrs. That would shut it
up. I think the Springtime drive for mating
must drive these poor things mad. Sit on this
ledge, look down, but make no noise.
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Endless streets. Endless Philadelphia half-measures,
endlessly wired streetcars, endless wads of poor people.
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