wama

24.07.06

smooth slick skateable sky flickering dots dashes. Smoke echoes drooling. we are here no rescue no bright orange life preserver under you seat, pull tab to inflate. A tree yawns wide we are walking away. A man in front of me leans down to talk to a shark bouncing out of the water, tail kicking up. the shark speaks words like question marks bubbling up to our ears. A warning. Sure. Press on.

Cruise ships fill the port. A new passage east. No one is waiting for you in lanarca.

posted by la kara @ 19:02