May 2022 Collage Poem: This Empty Place
The gods of war take their last biscuit
In darkness, there was a sharp white light
The flush of life, now intense, remembered.
Forgotten rooms of MySpace
Ghosts of lost connections
Livecake holograms line the empty
Windowless green walls. A Tower
PC waited for something to press his
‘ON” button.
LONG LIVE ANGER UNLIMITED!
Summertime should never die
It should live forever more
Where are my carpet slippers?
Where is this collage going?
Still, white. Blinded by reflected light,
Paragliding in the heavens, far
Above the love, peace, anger and
Lost technologies.
The intergalactic paraglider travelling in the light
Smiles and says hi
Nigel Astell
Sat 14th May 2022 00:29
space continuously moving
leaves desolation behind
backtracking ghosts return
producing forward thinking
paragliding asking why.