midnight man, a musician with smooth hands//
& she, wearing a red dress–
merely dots, dark and feathery on the voltage wire–
sun sinks into them
cathedral stairs//diffuse light// he smiles flint into a teethless tin cup
boardwalk’s dressed in a shards& stub suit//
she smells height //tongue-kisses the rain
gay has us write american sentences (which was allen ginsberg’s answer to haiku) at dVerse today… 17 syllables… capture a scene… see you at 3pm EST when the doors open..