Silver Birds of Summer
Sucker Punch
The City Feathers Wrap Loving Arms Around One of Our Own
Tuesday, July 12th 2011
7:30 pm. The night-heat of Tokyo had pulled us thin like melted taffy across the robotic arms of Japan railway trains, flying from one side of the monster to the other, the monster being the city and her long legged bitch hairs across our necks, tiny beads of sweat gathering at the back.
The warming air was thick as cake and everything dripped. Everything always dripped then with the snakes dragging their hot bellies across my skin, and I’d spit at vaporous incarnations of humidity like ghosts in the dark.
I kept my head cool and my mouth shut by swallowing cold cans of beer and highballs along the road to cool my nerves, forever lost in areas that were not Shinjuku, and sometimes Shinjuku with her glass reflecting blue off damp pedestrian faces through lights to Kabukicho. But tonight was a night for our young lady and her rich work on wood and glass. Sadie Ray is certainly on her way. (more…)