She can turn a room round on a dime. Part a crowd like the Red Sea. She's Moses. And stranger's eyes. All fall and rise. On her length. Like they're sizing up roses.
I'll respond to you in letters. Sorry so slow, sorry so few. In a nutshell, I'm much better. So far the complaints I hear are few. . So how have you been? have you been to the races? did you take my mother --.
I judged the distance. To where you ran your hand through your hair. You were startled for an instant , you said,. "take me home," and I paid the fare..
En Jalisco se baila el Jarabe,. Como nadie lo sabe bailas,. Al compás de guitarras y bajos,. El Jarabe se va a Zapatear. . En Jalisco se baila el Jarabe,.
Change, change, change. Change, change, change. . If I were your brother. Could I spill your blood on me. We, who share a mother. Would we spite the sons.
Street corner, cityside lane. People cross borders. When green lights change. And isn't that strange. A face on someone. I almost said your name. Can you blame me?.
Weather advisory, one for the diaries. Windy and cold so stay off the road. It's bitter outside your windows. Stack your blankets, light your candles.
I'm a pistol, a forty-five,. I just shot two men in this hot-house dive.. . Now I'm smoking - burning hot barrel of metal.. Believe it or not, I was bought by this guy named ray,.
I'm skipping stones. at the edge of the dock. A fog came rolling in,. quiet like a hawk. The river's so smooth,. it could shatter with a rock. It felt like I was walking on water.
Tell the man who repairs the wings for Angels. That one has fallen among the mortals on Bleeker Street. I lent a hand, she looked up at the steeples. As if to blame them for the pavement beneath her feet.
Needle in my hand. Got a forearm rubber band. Got a golden liquid in a tube. I'm gonna do a vessel jam. . Got lots of money. Got lots and lots and lots of time.
She is searching for some form of salvation. In the corner of a bar down the street,. But the gin controls whole conversations. And plays magic tricks with her feet....
In 1968, he did shots with the doors at the whiskey-a-go-go. It was on one of those hot hollywood summer nights. He says, "jimmy came in tight leather slacks, it was hot as hell.
My name is robert wilson,. I'm from eau claire, wisconsin.. I've been living out of a. Suitcase now for fourteen days.... I walked the boulevard in hollywood,.
Therefore, I'm trying to get my fill. I'm so lucky that I'm not blank. Responsibility Awaits. But when I think too much about it. I can't change fate.
the years dies sof in a fierce decline. we settle cost with elliptic ties. suspicion swords like a lightning strike. an interlude from a scarlet sight resonates.