Its midnight

Again I am on your stoop waiting til dawn to get a glimpse of you.

The Book of Hours in hand.

Rilke’s words are  about explode into this smoky century.

Everyone is looking LULu on the outside.

The world’s a  crossfit class

Harley passes me wearing nothing but Lucy’s black Schiaparelli Russian lamb coat with ermine trim.

32nd street blurs and all I smell is tangerines madness and Bandit.

The French resistance rises in my blood .

Wine is the blood of ….crusades

The whole block is covered in cobwebs now…

The street is gaslit

The wind picks up and I see meself across the street laying down my cashmere coat so that you may pass .

Is this is the new me….?

In the distance a house is on fire.

Don’t put out to sea without first checking the swell maps.

Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink.

I move to cross the street to meet the new me and

Then I realized the Light turned Green .

Its midnight

Again I am on your stoop waiting til dawn to get a glimpse of you.

The Book of Hours in hand.

Rilke’s words are  about explode into this smoky century.

Everyone is looking LULu on the outside.

The world’s a  crossfit class

Harley passes me wearing nothing but Lucy’s black Schiaparelli Russian lamb coat with ermine trim.

32nd street blurs and all I smell is tangerines madness and Bandit.

The French resistance rises in my blood .

Wine is the blood of ….crusades

The whole block is covered in cobwebs now…

The street is gaslit

The wind picks up and I see meself across the street laying down my cashmere coat so that you may pass .

Is this is the new me….?

In the distance a house is on fire.

Don’t put out to sea without first checking the swell maps.

Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink.

I move to cross the street to meet the new me and

Then I realized the Light turned Green .

Its midnight

Again I am on your stoop waiting til dawn to get a glimpse of you.

The Book of Hours in hand.

Rilke’s words are  about explode into this smoky century.

Everyone is looking LULu on the outside.

The world’s a  crossfit class

Harley passes me wearing nothing but Lucy’s black Schiaparelli Russian lamb coat with ermine trim.

32nd street blurs and all I smell is tangerines madness and Bandit.

The French resistance rises in my blood .

Wine is the blood of ….crusades

The whole block is covered in cobwebs now…

The street is gaslit

The wind picks up and I see meself across the street laying down my cashmere coat so that you may pass .

Is this is the new me….?

In the distance a house is on fire.

Don’t put out to sea without first checking the swell maps.

Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink.

I move to cross the street to meet the new me and

Then I realized the Light turned Green .