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Crackpipes and False Legs

by Christopher Smith

I was walking to work. They had already begun to melt together. Here, they were becoming one another. What a place to consummate, beneath the drooping lids of railway arches, as business-types bound for Warszawa roared overhead. It was an orgy of false legs and crackpipes, of melancholy and itching, on broken bedsprings. A magpie watched us all.

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Christopher Smith, 25, lives in Sosnowiec, Poland. He is a teacher of English, and has recently self-published a book of poems and soup recipes. He loves words and Polish bakers.

2 comments:

Leatherdykeuk said...

Inspired turns of phrase.

Ian said...

Nice! Somewhere between a poem and a painting.