Tuesday, July 8, 2014

another analogue memory

I've sat at this old silkyoak desk 
for several decades.

It's seen my pencil drawings 
of warplanes during the Vietnam War era 
Captain Goodvibes-inspired doodles 
of perfectly barrelling waves.
It's seen my primary school homework,
 my university assignments 
and even words for which magazines paid me.

For a while 
it was my kitchen table
when I lived alone.

And as my typewriter became 
another analogue memory
replaced by a shiny laptop, 
the yarns continue to seep 
deep into its grain.

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