well the electric noise
from the retro video game
coming out my hd tv
is primitive
is a friend
is old comfy socks for my mind
i am still here
i have lasted enough
that
these
noises are nostalgia now
i can enjoy the rose glow
that never really was
~
electric beeps back then
they were a hound barking inadequacy
to my tiny mouse
confused
down
by
the skirting board
too few coins
too few friends
electric beeps were acceptance then
i had games
i had a disk drive
and tho kids came round
they rarely came back again
~
seaside arcades
were
sand and
sun cream
shrill alarm bells
dirty carpets
clinking change
cigarette smoke
smell of chips
smell of doughnuts
tinny radio on a rock station
and a fringe of danger
~
seaside arcades
were
hiding in the vampire gloom
from
brown tan
spotless youth
parading and playing
with
Perfection and Purpose
in
their
uninterruptible
healthysexlife
drivinglicense
light
~
i am so full with these flashback
that
i
head
out
to the lawn
for crisp air
and the
mental enema
of
clean and guiltless
Reflection
with
Perspective
aberystwyth from ashleyabroad.com
