#kodachrome
No more the need to be notified
Presidential or otherwise seen
here on my phone, in groups or alone
like a poxy that drones, on my spleen
Over-informed and glossed over
too much information and such
handing me crap, what's up with that?
I think it's overly
much
I get it from FEMA and locals
problems close to my home
keeping it relevant, focused
like pictures made bad
Kodachrome
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
can someone like me be wrong?
what if
my wrong answer
was just that wrong all along?
because i want to shove you away
say **** off" or "don't"
before you ever
had a chance to say
that you love me or
you will stay
or not stray or
whatever the **** helps you not be alone
was it really just me?
was i all in your mind?
do you stalk me?
do you care?
whatever
my heart hurts
and it, i guess
it really doesn't matter
so i'll look away
but not tomorrow
tomorrow you are still real
and tomorrow, uhm, i'm too busy
because tomorrow i have planned for me
while you have her
and isn't that funny?
because i will always have me,
but maybe you won't
the day after that
or the day after that...
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Black and white country
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Kodak Kodachrome
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Black and white country
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
I was thinking about the blast
of neon colors in a film
and the New Wave Music
and Marie Antoinete pastels
But in my childhood
it was as if we had other hues,
a small box of crayons at hand,
or that the world was seen through
Kodachrome film.
There were lollipop reds and purple
and dungaree blues, lake and skies,
lemon ice yellows, setting suns
and lush summer green.
In scratched lenses, children seemed to play
as if inspired by the living colors,
imagining that their lives would last forever.
And even as they grow, it immortalizes them.
But, like life, the colors decay
and we gaze at scenes of sepia and moss,
with ochre grass and reds turned brown.
We must attune memory to remember more.
And using suspension of disbelief,
Elders, middle-aged and children gather
Like the neolithic ceremonies meant for gods,
But celebrate, not the stars or stones,
Rather the lives we have lived or have yet to taste.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 4:04 PM UTC