It takes me back
as I sift thru years
of collected basement junk
a rainbow milk hurricane
thru time
I jump into the vortex
emitted from my dust-bound
N64
an old tv I used for video games
sits in a corner by
boxes of board games
& VHS tapes my dad bought me
memories like shoelaces
now untied, I trip on them
an evanescent trip.
The things in the vortex are
warped by time
blended from real things
into memory cards
memories like bodies
decaying
in the basement
memories like apparitions
diaphanous & ethereal
but always somewhere in that dark
it's a trip that I'm used to
it takes me
back
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
It takes me back
as I sift thru years
of collected basement junk
a rainbow milk hurricane
thru time
I jump into the vortex
emitted from my dust-bound
N64
an old tv I used for video games
sits in a corner by
boxes of board games
& VHS tapes my dad bought me
memories like shoelaces
now untied, I trip on them
an evanescent trip.
The things in the vortex are
warped by time
blended from real things
into memory cards
memories like bodies
decaying
in the basement
memories like apparitions
diaphanous & ethereal
but always somewhere in that dark
it's a trip that I'm used to
it takes me
back
