This is how the noose fits the day: The iron lock slides into its holster. The apartment is covered thinly in silence and shadows. The windows frame a dusk reluctant to encroach on the furor of a sleep resistant city. The night seems too scared to approach. Its sheepish darkening makes silhouettes of items scattered about the room - the luggage piled on the table, the clothes draped on the furniture, the empty guitar case, entangled sheets, an empty beer bottle. This room has become a palimpsest of the morning and all its dark beginnings lie in wait.
Created: Feb 04, 2010Document Media