started with Beatles-moved to Bukowski
they know what we love by affiliation and affinity
Every clip we ever make is posted under different names
search and you will find us-poetry by anonymous-film clips of OBVIOUS
archival footage of coffee shops long lost to us
closed like the doors of hell distractive powers
Hours get quicksanded down hollow YOUTUBE
One thing leads to another,eyes find their lovers
days go by and no end to this-the whole world
has been filmed LIVE and posted on YOUTUBE!
This is a love poem to the magnetic powers of images-
those that sing to us still -old as Beatles
lost like innocence,no longer replicable but accessible
via technology that did not exist in our adolescence
Like the last page of the Internet,i weave time among shadows
Labyrinths of meanings deep and alluring Siren call me back again
I will see you on YOUTUBE -GOOGLE me now
and see if you like...My latest poem
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