Peppered icons dwell in my way
speech bubbles throng the passage
musty smell fills my nostrils
and I get dizzy-
Blue denims and yellow scarves choke the walls
banisters croak beneath floral designs and imprints
journals wipe the metal polish-
Elbows stick up for one another
while footsteps jostle in the wind
craving attention-
Faces are like news channels
impressions thick and powdery
on screen of time frozen-
Colorful collages pierce the balloon
stories tumble in
blur photographs pressed between the chronicles
of time travellers-
- Author: Ninkasi (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2022 01:59
- Category: Unclassified
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