Sunday, 20 January 2013

The Wild Things

Hunting laughter on the city streets
The smell of ozone & garbage bin fires
Views of darkness in the depths of alleyways
The wild things are coming.

Strobelights from the buzzing sky
Broken lightbulbs crunching underfoot
The crowd surrounds with closed eyes
The wild things are coming.

Following the glowing pheromones
Liquid moments from twilight to dawn
Birds and mice play into the night
The wild things are coming. 

Heels by Karen Scott; tights by Betsey Johnson

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