The street fell south, fell towards the broken. And the song?
The song was a witness once forgotten. Twice ignored.
And three times mistaken. The corridor. The alley. The doorway.
O’ yes, the doorway. The doorway led to Sand Cooper.
A car shop of 442s. Candy Apple…. did you figure that
one out? And I was a Carny Apple. A mouth. I was.
And then I wasn’t…. back to the street. The street was Pearl.
Like a hidden Delorean painted with Pearls. Excessive, yes.
The storm was black like a black Square Bird.
The Hatchback was a Boss but all this was sure silliness put on a princess
like a dress, like a doll dress made up for Guests.
And oh were they impressed with the dress.
And I should say the lights inside. The lights inside the cabin down by the
brook shine yellow beneath the blinds. I was a child
and the lights shone. Alright, so I am a jerk
September 