The black Cadillac made its humming sound through the night.
Under the flood of words and the snapping eyes
The water was very still and suddenly dark.
The blood began to climb up in Hugh Miller's face
Defecated in delicate little lime-white pinches.
Above the swollen palpitating tangle of light
On the bright arsenical-green turf.
With the firelight splashing and undulating over them
She clicked the pavement with authority.
I laid back and closed my eyes and took the sway of the car
We were beyond the sound of Adam's music now.
1 comment:
Nice slice of life image. Interesting image of lime. Is that from Warren or you? - elmeer
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