All I get are glimpses of memories randomly slicing through my thoughts. Shimmering sunlight in my eyes, the pain of the cold winter wind stinging my cheeks, and Chicago breathes sweetly over me. Her beauty pulled me in deep into her abyss of historical heart breaks and success. Today her city nights have touched me and her glorious mornings have astounded me. When I was younger I felt bad for Humpty Dumpty.
Tears everflowing for her every morning pull my heart into the sunrise of Indiana. Hot tears of all I ever wanted burn my throat with joy undeserved of her people, food, cultures, and suffering. Chicago I've let her go, and can her her silently smiling in her city lights flickering through cab windows.
There was one way in and out of her narrow streets drenched in rain water. Urine stained benches and the aroma of beer in the CTA seats brought rainbows to the skyline.
Crushed cars hugged lamp posts and angels looked ghostly if it weren't for their wings. trains sparked up the train tracks in the child of her winters, and joggers fierce her artery trails along her chambers to and from her pumping heart of her loop.
Halle berry hair is my look I'm going to copy. My last pair of pants are salt stained from the snow. I'd rather wear sport bras said Albrie. Her dog died. She never got health insurance and she was always getting the flu.
Albrrie loved chatting and coffee. When her work partner wrote poetry about city nights during coffee visits she found all she ever needed in a cup of coffee. The moong light shined on her bones and she laughed at it.
Her memory of lyrics from rock artists were
All she knew. The gas stations coffee and slush is were insane and her dreams of leaving to Ireland to marry Tod Debian were too awesome to forbear the plane ride.
Her dads truck broke down on the way to work at 8a and there was negative remperatures. It was electric. Smoothies yogurt and farina for breakfast faded by noon into ham sandwiches.
Arrogance set in as the wave of choices blew me into the deep pot holes in Chicago's city streets. Hundred dollar parking tickets keep up with my tempo in the city's high gas prices and taxes.
Where did dreams go? They went into the five dollar shakes and coffee breaks. Where did dreams go they went into the seven dollar shaving creme and hair cuts.
The long daze at the plant outside pushed me to reason. Faith moved me into love. The sweet gummy bear to pass the time. The belly pinch to wake the mind. The dry skin to lotion.
Half eaten nails, tired sorry eyes, a hair on the chin. A frightful grin of pain. The one and only to pass the time away. A little dusting to the house, as to the bathing of the body.
I never before seeked ..no never really as I may have today. If I have sought God before its not as I have today not as ever I can remember.
PS 88 yi am. shut up and cannot seek. I cry....
PS 38
My wounds stink...and fester. ..
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