A Rainy Day in New York

Hide your negative films

Uncap all your cameras

There is no melody

There is no beginning

Only the sensory of a sense

Be it lightning or rain

Esoteric cafeteria

Skylark in Skyrim

Where they serve everything with skim milk

Even your window panel screamed Alfred Mucha

Maybe not your playlist

Your umbrella spelled sassy

All of your tells and fortress

Sipping water in the rain

The water is unlided

Your eye on the right angle

The angle is twisted

Every time the sun comes up

Couldn't get away from

The duress of the press-release

To walk away from the burial

Of your time capsule in a time machine

I will calculate I will crave

When the blood sets in

Who will sew your sachet?

Who will weave the fate into being?

Be it facade or the faucet

As we continued to shooting

It's only sightseeing you said

Just with so much contraptions

You, they are distracted

Let the sun sets in

Before we do something more distracting

Like destroying and reconstructing playlists

November 2024

By Aran Meredith

May you enjoy the season.