Night-Morning Watcher
Starting Sunday early with middle of the night breakfast movies
Starting Sunday early with middle of the night breakfast movies
The high life dawns on you alone in a barebones apartment cell.
The people’s houses that you meet: in your dream neighborhood.
Alien plants reach up towards their homeland.
On a slush-colored trip slanting towards spring.
Pink bloom blushes above the beneath of Pisces season looking out the dirty window of a boat.
Sleep soundly in the cabin under the purple sky.
Aglow with the Devil’s candycane.
The only faces I want to see smiling next to my pillow at night.
squandering very little time on the glass captures of the sun
inside the windows glow
Red light from a tiny slit in the dark grey night.
Trying and brilliantly failing to block the bright outside light.
Blurred light between night and day, pink and red … dreamed sleep and wakefulness in winter.
Another thrilling clue