the boogeyman weeps
meet me in the ashes of the old city. bring a bottle of the finest cheap wine; I’ll bring the paper cups. there we’ll watch the river rise and fall against the broken glass shore and sleep under the stars.
it rained. she never showed. the river was snatched into the air by a big black vulture, silent except for the rush of wings.
meet me in the ashes of the old city. bring a bottle of the finest cheap wine; I’ll bring the paper cups. there we’ll watch the river rise and fall against the broken glass shore and sleep under the stars.
it rained. she never showed. the river was snatched into the air by a big black vulture, silent except for the rush of wings.
it rained. she never showed. the river was snatched into the air by a big black vulture, silent except for the rush of wings.
posted by extraspecialbitter at 2:02 PM
4 Comments:
She never showed. I'm sorry.
But I did. You didn't see me. I was seated behind you, white styrofoam cup in hand, patiently waiting for a turn.
i wish i could have met you in her place.
hermes - my apologies. next time please feel free to dope-slap me out of my constant stupor.
cy - was that you watching me from the other side of the Charles, eyes illuminated by the Citgo sign?
no, unfortunately it wasn't me. but everything is illuminated by that eyesore...
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