a brain shivers
left air drying on the floor
pulses echo within
but cannot fill the emptiness
—
the beat resonates
projecting an image on the ceiling
ingrained by memory
which outglows the flipped negative
flashing on the back wall
a shadowed skull
—
hold onto odd naivety
old black and white film
not bought then
forgotten
photo booth prints
—
our sepia apartment holds warmth
like a shabby afghan
lost like a wisp of steam from a worn mug
—
left hanging like firework fumes
after the clumsy plummet of china
it chokes seoul
but what a magnificent finale
—
Flashes of
the present
obscured by the smoke
unfocused on the boney screen
flicker with a simper