Albany Park Sunshine

Talking about Albany Park sunshine flying through these dirty windows in the afternoon. I can’t seem to place the extra space, the dust gliding along over stairs and around stares. It reminds me of summer, spring buds bloomin’. Here I go dancing around the in, the between but never stepping forward only down or side stepping around.

Crusty cold, bright snow. Smiles. Resting hands, the back of his head. Leaning back with a frown.

Three squat houses looking back across the street at me and the mind I see. It’s projected, lobbing volleys arching over three flats, directly in my line of sight. I can’t tell what those three are planning, I’m caught in their allies cross fire. I know their alleys, luckily. I have friends coming over the river, they heard my franticly wandering blinking eyes, and the smack smack – smack – clack kak, of my morose code.

To the rescue, countering feigning beams intercepted and inverted by clever brick keystones, they run and charge and scream. Let him be! Let him be!

Let me be! Let me be!

Rally, rally, push back, punch and kick. We have the smirking, cosmic seeing sight on the ropes. Around its neck and make it choke. Down, beat back, the end of time, make it dark so it can rest.

Wave our colors. Flap, flap. Victory over destiny, fortitude against click and the tock, tick. Destiny, destiny, you make time stick.

Victory, victory, wave our standard, fly it high, we have fate in numbers and our backs turned against your wide, wide eyes.

Sublime rest, the clock rolls over under blankets and ticks and tocks turn to sighs and snores.

Oh, snore some more.