I paint the ceiling with a high roller Stalactites form and glow Cellphones vibrating overheat Crawling toward the call of muted trumpets Shrug at pigeons Break the mould
Biohackers embed Babylon seeds of diamond magnet into the rainy diner wall, starving the matrix
This is the part where the man holds the fat cigar between his teeth and, at a pace like slow motion, brushes it once by the perfumed bra of a beauty then another by the spirited breath of a lover. They leave. He lights it from the Zippo held by a powerful stranger then rolls the bandage down from his forehead and converts the cloth into a seal around his mouth and cigar. He bends forward and meditates in the turn lane
Strumming in Jerome during the thunderstorm I complete the tasks of lightning and rivers