(for column My Guitar Is Pregnant by Mickey Leigh, in The New York Waste forthcoming Summer Special Issue 2014) SUMMER FUN..... IT was a hot summer night. In downtown Manhattan, you could see no stars. You could see no moon. But through a preferably open window you could hear the drone of a thousand Buddhist air conditioners humming in unison.. If you were able to focus intensively enough to filter out the white noise, you closed your eyes, lowered your head, and became one with the universal grid. If not, you got a nasty earache, dizzy from leaning out the window so long, and sore elbows to accompany those two extenuation sensations. It was a hot summer night. .........some arent
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 01:05:55 +0000
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