Poetry

Multimedia Inventions From The Quasi Laboratory®

Nothing really ever changes
Like the photo trigger in my head
Still life and animated mementos
I thought her fingernails were dull
But the highway on my cheek says otherwise
Maybe there was some jewelry involved
I couldn't see through all the highs
The sidewalk was marching in upheaval
Stunts over the edge performed by the boy in me
Lost forever swimming in crimson clouds
After all... her feet weren't really on the ground
The kite keeps tugging and escaping its string
My voice box in knots by the microphone cord
If only my camera lens wasn't so damn wet
The revolution would be televised