yellow beams
through dead branches
like broken glass
suspended
above the gutters

broken wood bridge
do not enter
under fences
across train tracks
too dark
it is rarely worth it

boiled emulsion
bubbling sickly beige
solid wafers
of former images
unfit for alien eyes
i watch as the faces
melt
i watch
too long
the strip goes blank
it wasn't much
of a memory
any way