Dally in the Alley, Saturday 12 September 2009. Mother Whale, 4/5 PM Garden Stage, Second and Hancock. 5 Dallys at that address, with the throbbing stage to the east, the playpen in the back, and the allys... A friend and A friend.
1998 Costa & Adam found themselves in a gathering like no other. Eastern Apartment. Friday after Labor Day. Mongoloid Spider steps dancing to the slick dew nestling the walls. A plethora of timpanis circling about in the warm wind, dancing the nemesis to its end, a warm head of course, and again.
Both had spent many such an evening in the eastern section of the capital, the middle of the lower region of the state, and had witnessed adroit incompetence at the idea of conflagration. This new confrontation with such ineptitude caused ethereal fluctuations in the mind cavities, & many an eye wandered around the thick dew, nestling and circling the chambers and pavements which they found themselves navigating.
This wasn’t a typical “Burn the couch”
Burn the tire
But a mockery of all things transparent.
And the evening withered to dither.
The next morning featured the street fair, ordinary in its geography, extraordinary in its cadence.
Sound throbbed the walls and ruined the cat.
Grad students sat withering across the way.
Sophmore.
Dally In the Alley 2009, 4 PM Garden Stage