I hate Halloween.
Which is a bad thing to say in Brooklyn.
Wednesdays came too quick this year.
Busses suck in the city.
I awoke in a general bad mood.
But I don't know why.
The morning doesn't miss my smile.
So why should I?
I watch the sunrise over the East River.
Last night, leave.
Tomorrow, come soon.
The wind, yes the wind, keeps howling.
Like wolves of time.
I keep my mind.
You can have my heart.