Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Rooms devoid of light

wind up the
blades  fundamental to
our vibration memory

vultures sitting on propeller
fern trees
                drooping over skid row alleys
of future LAs

a chronicle of walking without
           played on repeat
rewound in VCR type

static board and frayed

the aftermath pre-
recorded      for laughs

perfect symmetry

overtone of darkness
paints the sidewalk black
invisible cigarette butts
in invisible hands

only the broken teeth
tear the page

lost in rooms devoid of
light in almost readable text

total blackout last breath

life memory prior to the end


  1. I love it. Do not know why but the line "the aftermath pre- recorded for laughs" really resonates with me.