The monolith at the beginning of september


Username and password. Why do you call me sir sir? At the beginning of my day I make enough cigarettes. For. Not until the paperwork is finished. Your heartbeat serrated these prisms of aching leaves. Just look behind you. Stumbling on uneven concrete a spill of timber light whitening painful birds stripping tongues. There’s thick glass in through I call out to you I call and talk five minutes. Then the crickets switch keys go up a whole step and you can still hear the mill. The moon a wedge of anemic lemon grinning. I could even be watching TV through your window with you thickens near the atop loose shoes. Urban brands up to 70% off and shit. However many churches there have been in the world ahead of you someone walking hidden straining to plant those shanks of run light in you let him to air conditioned to continually eulogize seeking distinct units. The moon sucks at another empty parking lot up on the cracked concrete shimmering in the sweats of summer’s last sugar. There’s a used car lot at the corner of your bruised fruit. Broadway feed and pet supply paterson 1920 gyros & more closed for repairs charleston car washes inc. Could we interlace the sound of traffic with kissing? You do know it’s 90% humidity out where an abanoned shopping cart slits the sky burning away all the weather. Crickets pound a sleighbell beat on weight. The spiders are tethered to threads and gliding. I park where reflectors summon mailboxes out of the night’s bath. It’s busier on tuesdays. Cars nightriding leave a garland stink of honeysuckle behind. Renaming dislocates. Those deep purple clouds skimming above us have surely slipped out of their cuffs. Gills open in the road swimming anonymous cars red the corners to townhomes littered and lit-up but when no-one moves it gets darker. You’re broken somehow but fixing you breaks you even more. I distinguish horizon because its deep softness excommunicates me.