Afterglow
the afterglow is best, when the green doors
are barred to the streetlights and the last of
them have cabbed their way away; saturday
inhales our friday smoke, transforms greys
into blue morning, offering the scent of snow
in trade for animosity: it loves you all all all.
the afterglow is best, when the green doors
are barred to the streetlights and the last of
them have cabbed their way away; saturday
inhales our friday smoke, transforms greys
into blue morning, offering the scent of snow
in trade for animosity: it loves you all all all.