mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli

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storms personafy as silhouttes against the backdrop of my life. waiting around in airports for seven hours (7:00) as the skies refuse to let me hit these new york streets of diamonds. in the airport, solid colours rule: my all black profile cut against sari oranges & gospel singer white. outside the airplane, as lightning flashes againt the shapeless sky, i see dragons wheeling: batlike, supernatural circling vultures. when the plane sets down the pilot remarks on how odd it is that the control tower at laguardia is abandoned right after our plane lands. are you fucking kidding me? my agents are already at work. welcome to the charnal house of mordicai.

ladies & germs, i am now a new yorker.

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