obscured_by_evening's_dark
birdmad went downtown,
catch a movie,
have a drink
catch myself kicking around these same old streets, trying not to spot the brightly coloured Christmas lights that decorate the
various bits of the city's center...trying in a futile fashion not to get swept in the undertow of time's tides

amid familiar surroundings and feeling less like the story or the book and more like a meaningless scrawl in the margins of a slow chapter.

a tumbleweed.
031217
...
Death of a Rose good show. 031218
...
mourninglight the deception
in
your lidded eyes
041025
...
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what's it to you?
who go
blather
from