Monday, 19 December 2011

BAGGAGE GIRL

tired under bright lights i'm photo'd in big hall.
glasses off/fingers printed.
questioned.

-WHEN WERE YOU LAST HERE?
-WHAT?  AMERICALAND OR NY?  VEGAS YEARS AGO/NY LONGER ...

i’m between zones/new butterfly/travel scotch fuzzy/airport desk marine loses interest.

white noise left in the big blue whale
i’m watching a blonde creature.

she was curled comfy on the back seat under blankets.
she travelled alone/her tights printed like stockings
small black dress/leather boots/hair a yellow nest.

she grabs a square wheeled bag/pops out the handle.

outside cold air smells of nothing.
dark is an old skull/this new night is trilogy long.
put
my
hat
on/light a cigarette/wait
for
cab
by touts shouting clouds out their mouths.

shes a nesting animal in back of cab/by the door eyes shut
without fear/drives past shuffling queues.

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