The Moon Calls Without You or A View of New York from A Rooftop on Gardens Street in your notable absence

This Empty Air

The moon is full and beautiful and bright

And I miss you

And the roof is empty and overflowing with the sound of floating cars

And I miss you

And below little real men run about exercising fake rhythms

And the cold darkness floats above the bright street light night

And I miss you

And the bad blood runs deep as it courses through the empty radio signals

As it spills out empty words crashing over full ears

As the fuckers roam the darkness under the cover of beauty and immortality

And I miss you

And the tree dances in its silky stillness

And the whiteness turns silver turns black turns white turns flashing red and yellow

And the man in the moon laughs at the circus

And the background glows with wakefulness and decrepit buildings and beautiful lively death

And I miss you

And the buildings are more alive…

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