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 Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2022 01:59
  • Category: Unclassified
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