midnight girl,all covered in sleetin the wombs of day askingforthesummer to return it's love to faceless statues ofthe unknownNorth and pagan child, blessed with boon. sometimes,sometimesisn't quick enoughand dreams rot to ruinand late-lightconfessionon painted sidewalks, the sky rustredand rollickinga blue wind. makes me feel and feeling is good!but feeling good is bad unless the goodfeeling is for goodness.Birds- crunchedup deadin thetriangle of Williamsburg on Conseleyea streetand the barroom hero poured, panting spineless, all in an old, old and ancient lumberjack, lumbering away. the lazy collaredcoloured man sits, sipping some four dollar disaster scheming on anold Jewish tradition, bundled up and beaming, things neverlookedso good!Butthe midnight girl stood firm andfortunate, likeanimpossibleevening, stars scratch throughsmogand lightyearsto illuminate an ignorant flat, whereBig Bill O'Reilly liesonthe big screen. shesaid i made her night, but nights aren't for making. they come like a prepackaged five gallon bag, but the gallonsneverfail! justooze on intoa forgottenlifetime, and everyone thinks that's alright. strongas i can,a man must weep cause man is born of woman's life,and all things need water to bloom. the midnight girl is a figment of my imagination! i saw her spying on Delancey ,dancingdervish derelict and doom, flowers flowingfrom an empty hand to pollinate thoseproject buildings and the sun wasgone. sawherwithold ivy, laughingand girl giggle, summit peakpeckputrid, perrierin pocket.so funny, all things laughed butsunshine isthe moon sometimes. isaw her in the mirrorwhen all was too ugly to start andmy eyeswereclouded, like a rheumy drunk whiskey-bum likedaysof future found flirtatious. butshe'sin the old north, where the streets are clean and no onespits, and i'mgoing to detox, if the detox doesn'ttake me. i'll call and let the word ring true, andall things fall, and the midnight girl knew. summer'sgoing to come again, and when it does, midnight will be bright in it'sblackness and the void willtakeall sorrow, to call it home away from here.