In fourteen seconds, everyone leaves for the moon.
The best lover doesn’t need cigarettes.
Look back; the steam on the mirror is a hopeless home.
The Ferris Wheel sees the world with his hands in the sand.
On all streets, every street, all the time.
In the dark, a moody Debussy draws a heart on a dead boy.
By Courtenay Schembri Gray
Source: [1969, Birthday in Palm Springs, The Last Luxury, JFK, Jr., Lines for People After the Party & Together and by Ourselves by Alex Dimitrov.]