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The Flood

by Aryan Kaganof

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Aryan Kaganof was born again in randburg in 2001. He drives a Jaguar and shoots Glock. His publications include JOU MA SE POEMS and DAS LIED DER UNNUTZEN (both published by Pine Slopes Publications).

 Ship’s going down,

 Ship’s going down. This

 Ship is surely sinking. Neon

 Light’s flickering. The purser’s

 Lips are tight. Surabaya Johnny’s

 Got his back to the wall. There’s a

 Message for Pablo Neruda at the re-

 ception desk, it’s from Eddie Constantine,

 It says,“I studied political silence but

Never quite made the gradeTropp-

 mann doesn’t care, he’s got Dirty

 With him. They’re floating down

 La Rambla chanting, “Our father

 Which art in heaven forgive us

 Our daily needles as we for-

 give them without condoms”

 Lazare’s at the airport where

 She’s meeting No One Chomsky –

 They’re just good friends. She’s not

 Interested in Swedish massage. Wants

 Him to explain linguistics to her. He says,

“Fasten your seatbelt this aircraft is landing

 There’s a razor blade under your seat in case

 You get cold

 Feet”