hatchbacks on fire
a poem or pic a day until I die or dont; the online home of Ford Dagenham
Thursday, 26 September 2024
THIS IS YOUR LIFE
the past posts pics
of places & people
every panopticon dawn
straight into my brains rusted pan
just like somebody dropped
that red tv show scrapbook
& it lays open on the floor
by my white plastic dosettes
~
then i am compelled
to always run thru
what i can
remember
of the person
or the place
there exposed
like i got
an hud readout
on my cyborg retina
& always i think
i have detailed files
like arnie said
in that sequel
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