some fresh air
everyone's mentioning how the sun returned to the city in a singular movement, and it's true. all of a sudden the sky is bright and the world is blonde, our eyes are brimming like chalices and we are melting gold with glances. i'm learning exactly how an afternoon can last several days and still carry the delightful immediacy of a bad movie, before the evening comes and turns everything velvet and cashmere from a hilltop with a radio tower.
there is no time for dreams but still our eyes roll asleep as if turned by the wind and soon again our lids flutter open slightly like a delicate wing. and then a ribbon is floating in the spring breeze, red and catching on itself in simple bows, graceful as the musique de Sauguet and the Spectacle de ballets. and now it has discovered the earth's warm cleavage and drifts slowly down onto Valencia street. and perhaps this much is a dream, and perhaps the world is an iceberg and so much of it is invisible we can only imagine its form.
some instances i can hardly articulate include the abandonment of a folk guitarist in favor of acts of public drunkenness, a general promise of milkshakes and sunglasses, taking measurements of foreheads, the botched attempt to hustle a taxi driver, dancing under the blue lights, watching you dance under the blue lights, the long journey home, removing our shoes and then the shortest possible spell of sleep.
there is no time for dreams but still our eyes roll asleep as if turned by the wind and soon again our lids flutter open slightly like a delicate wing. and then a ribbon is floating in the spring breeze, red and catching on itself in simple bows, graceful as the musique de Sauguet and the Spectacle de ballets. and now it has discovered the earth's warm cleavage and drifts slowly down onto Valencia street. and perhaps this much is a dream, and perhaps the world is an iceberg and so much of it is invisible we can only imagine its form.
some instances i can hardly articulate include the abandonment of a folk guitarist in favor of acts of public drunkenness, a general promise of milkshakes and sunglasses, taking measurements of foreheads, the botched attempt to hustle a taxi driver, dancing under the blue lights, watching you dance under the blue lights, the long journey home, removing our shoes and then the shortest possible spell of sleep.