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Photogenic Memory
Polystyrene darkness
dripping metallic rain
onto glittering ‘jins slinked like foxes
in ubiquitous cliques and packaged clatter,
as phantom merchants hawk disposable wares
along black market streets and allymarts,
barking in a language almost indecipherable
a come-and-get-it code…
Candied perfumes and colognes mingle and collide
competing with an ever-lingering rust-tinged stink,
neither masks the fleeting drafts of charcoal-flavoured food, though;
and nothing can erase the musk of sweat stuck to the skin…
Obscene pouring pitter-patter
the rampant flickering of plastic sheets
and streaks of glaucous lightning,
so impossible to evade the wet
or outrun the boom of Asian thunder…
Then a train howls past at unimaginable speed
reflecting raindrops iridesce,
another’s stopped, its doors hiss open
the foxes dash to safety there;
I watch the chase and crush and keen…
…soaked and liquorish, I follow.
Posted by Invisibleye in: Poetry 
1 October, 2009 