A vintage truth

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Photographs are blurred memories,
 of faked, chipped, plastered walls
 cracking like walnuts,
 eating its own body-
 Walls & bones dissolving
 inside the tooth of dust,
 memories can be fatal,
 if picturized or vandalised.

All memories collide inside flaky cheeks
 producing abhorrence of stars,
 photographs stick
 like a parasite
 to your naked soul
 & exposes the flimsy spots
 of your entire galaxy.
 Like the black spots
 of a beautiful bird.
 Wax droplets memories afloat.

16 thoughts on “A vintage truth

  1. This is so vivid and the picture you have chosen fits perfectly with your poem. Its so true when you say photographs stick like a parasite to our naked soul. Sometimes some pictures are so thought-provoking that they stir our soul and brings back unwanted memories.

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  2. Your whole blog has that vintage feel, and so enchanting is your writing style, a sojourn that truly whisks you away from the here and now for awhile.

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