portraits of red and grey #12 by James Morehead
July 3, 2011
portraits of red and grey #12
by James Morehead
deep into hollowed holes steep stretched escalators test my nerves i reach the bottom and fear's forgotten unfolding like thin sheets of gold subway walls and corporate graffiti replaced by ornate beauty fountains stages paintings marble dreamy moonlit towering magnificent a sparkling atlantis a treasure chest cavern hidden and buried in stone -----
phil is missing press of travelers a crowded platform shouts from behind he's running ( frightened ) shouts in russian a red card flashing arms waving a man steps into his path blocks catches holding marshie quickly gives directions and leaves us chasing phil and his captors we huddle a small group in frank's room trying to joke ( for hours ) we hear from phil he was caught trading money ( five canadian dollars for ten russian rubles ) his captors asked for a signed confession and a promise to never return midnight and they return exhausted it doesn't feel like spring vacation it is dark and close and cold
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