Hunter Shopper

there is an atmosphere

something primal i feel

and i try and recreate 

i try

every night, 

like yesterday

with nostalgia and chemicals

like tomorrow 

with fresh air and dead animals

i try and recreate

the past with the modern

we try and recreate

and what is left is a present. . .

from nostalgia

or chemicals

as a copy

of a copy

of a stupid memory 

from something else

remembered

and remembered

again and again

across the entirety of all memory

   (as a present

to the present)

anyway

           sir mr and/or mrs facsimile

   

one way or another

we all are just copies

every single last one of us

just a lot of copies

of more copies

of other copies

not too different

we, the alive

from them, the dead

as the flesh

we, the result

we, the alive now

the product 

of all the random 

twists of uncountable rhymes 

across oceans of time

as a living poem of evolution 

  

now we get to decide 

from a copy of a copy

of another copy

of even more copies 

of other copies

   we get to decide. . .

what is real, now

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's like Dr. Frankenstein building a body of nostalgia out of parts of dead memories that really won't die...and probably don't need the voltage from the lightning to bring them back to life.
as humans we are copies of copies...as writers, probably the same.

i liked where this piece took me.
j.

[Davidgeo]

I was listening to modern industrial music when I wrote this. I don't really like that music anymore but when I hear it, it brings me back to a time when I didn't know everything was so derivative. A more awe inspiring time; a time when I was easily impressed.

None the less, just because I know who Robert Johnson was doesn't mean I don't still love Elvis Presley... is what I tell myself when I listen to music today.

That might not make sense.

[ZeeArsonist]

hunter/shopper- i felt like I was watching surgery from the gallery, turning chipped nail polish over my tongue, against the backs of my teeth. I was watching for the eyes to fix. Arterial point of entry. "it takes one to know one"
[ anyway
sir mr and/or mrs facsimile ]
Well done.