A midnight inside to chime for, a valiant hallway outdoors to bore, one last opportunity kissed and made real upon the reels of a cinematic eyelid yet touched, fraught with smoggy alleyways. Blacktop circus squares, half-out minds paying the price of a cornfield spared, with a Religion proclaiming: "It's only twice you fell--one more time, & you'll never see her."
So I forced my hands in my pockets, scrummage around for an inky tophat, and headed West towards Chicago pizzerias. Forging the shadow's name on the bill, denying great thrills to sit in fear while shanty dears sway and laugh, having a gas imitating Asians. As crooning silhouettes meet with Jezebel stars; wholesome aeroplanes of profuse wisdom dominate charismatic mattresses drunk & sighing. I wait for them to invite my patience to turn upside-down, screaming around anybody too proud to fall in love with her.
Now the chaff gets its final ceremony, bowing to the cusped rivers of cupped peaks, they try swallowing my feet and think about it. Of a way-young time chirping each week, flying-by before I could grab a chance to deny its doubts. Two first opportunities sweat in coined smiles, ticketing the wages of When they'll return, straddled in the backseats of an August evening, beginning everywhere that learns to swim, drawing blanks upon the faces trying to discover its meaning.
Through drunken alleyways, cathedrals dressed up as brothels, and peering into Desolation Row, you have to go through the deliriously-insane gutters of a Rolling Avenue to find a new home..
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