Berlin Alexanderplatz
It's blue-black on the Alex
she stops
dead drinks in the sounds
the texture the shape the hard
squareness
of this word this name
pulsing
silver blue red
every colour
wrapped in grey wool she is a fragement
fluttering a curled
wisp of burning bright paper
slender and tiny
laughing grasping the kaleidoscope
this is where:
this is where:
she lies down and the television tower
rears above her
blinking
east west east
Published in: Aesthetica Creative Works Annual 2009