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where kaija krakken creeps |
| Written by Kaija Alexandra Thom | |
| Wednesday, 09 April 2008 | |
an ocean feather snuffs it in an alcove, to my left just another pair of lungs to expand and swill the sea and i wave curtly to the ***** on the next corner (nothing to see nothing to see) kindling her shoulders against the lamp-post she looks more like an angler than a good time and paint by number peeling swips, lightning strikes upon her hips and the smoke machine pumps nicotine through out my veins, on the verge of something epic glitter lines the gutter with a sunless pulse all its own and concrete currents sweep the ground beneath my feet as i exit the aphotic zone: ale stained blouses and hardened nipples make my artist type jealous beneath the soft neons of the brickyard pizza sign the whirlpool opens with a sureness of free beer to soften my mind and i've done this enough for the anxiety to subside so i kick off these shoes and i DIVE into a plethora of flannel jackets and guys named 'steve' Copyright 2008 Kaija Alexandra Thom |
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