"I looked up" Sun Jul-16-06 02:29 PM by rubbersoulonice
I pour up Broadway in the early afternoon Trying to get home home or not home and I see you Lean out your window 12 floors above me Like a gargoyle smoking a cigarette and I think At that height anyone can be a lover Or a stone woman and I think Angels grow in your hair Voice sounds like cheap champagne Bubbling into me You, the architect Making this building live against the too-blue too-clean Sunday morning sky I trail on by Suspended above the scene you are pulling us all up there The building, the street, the metro It is the third day She is risen She exhales perfect rings
------------------------------ Something like Eldridge Cleaver meets John Lennon