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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