the view

it's back i'm back here again and there is no view but the wall at my computer but the sun is over my shoulder on my geraniums bending towards the window all green and pink and red flowers and the city this little part goes on outside but it is calm somehow cause the trees and the gardens mellow it all out and i am not getting on the subway to go back again for awhile cause i'll break everything and i feel all broken up without my green and yellow and orange and pink pillowcases and without the sun to shine on me when i wake up this sun not that one that shines over there over the runs in my pantyhose and the shattered glasses

there young women walk with no teeth and cigarettes