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April 21, 2011 / mollywillows

flaneurisme

lusty, sailing aloft this new garden & we won’t stop walking the talk of the city.

 

 

whispers i’ve heard of here, word city, phantom city, brick city, scrap heap city, invisible city, our city, the UNcity-

 

 

oh! ship of the body, ship of the soul, voyaging! voyaging.

 

 

poo poo face, the vagrant ambler through yards of strewn freight. our heart-rusted carriages sit, rot, and we chug.

 

 

////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////     by mo, the ever-aspiring flaneur

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