At 6:29 a.m. everything looks as if it is just...
the trees black against the orange, then yellow...

There was a man last night,
a young man...

I am here:
you...

Cars spit black gasses into the sky,
and brick walls fade...

There was this boy i met..days, months, years ago...
from the first time i saw him, and everytime...

There was this girl i once met,
she used to come around...

Midnight cigarettes have never tasted as good as...
windy streets...

When the day gives way to night
im still looking for his face...

We walked into the kitchen
from our late night supercenter visits...