Day light breaks. and the black birds call. and the market stalls. are all filling up. spilling over the streets. . High above. over Notting Hill. I am floating still.
Leave me alone. Come over here. I know it sounds funny. But I just cant stand another day on my own. Another bug in my ear sounds like noise to me. . Living alone.
Long ago. When mercury descended high on the moon. Far below. When little hands are making shapes in the room. The shadows they dance. And they cheer up this place.
We're driving. Just me and God. It's raining. It's raining hard. The windows. Are steaming up. The bridge. Engulfed by fog. . The rest of. The metal bridge.
Now everybody's beautiful. When they're young. And I should know. I've had more than my share of fun. . There's all this fascination. With the impossibly thin.