Parce que la nuit
“I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn’t waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
Up there, there is a sea”
Truth be told, I rarely imagine Patti Smith in reds. It’s always white and black and grayscale in my mind, New York undisneyfied, swamp-like and convulsing. But there is blood, impossible to avoid. Veins polluted by dark magic & infected sex myths
lost,
fallen,
sublime.
Whips cracking for screaming banshees
& dead lovers
with Polaroids.
