Walking amongst the blood needles of Central Park the heat rises a seething gas drawing the Manhattan moon down over Macy's perhaps as if lassoed by...
Smashed glass brought him back from his drug fucked nocturnal naked orange glide the warmness of a blood soaked sheet slipped off him as if a liquid...
Whispered blown dust as if displaced voices an empty room flung by shined toecap uncorked after a century a vintage sherried sofa orange light sepias...