How Space Invaders Stole My Memory
They breed in darkness,Taking up residence beneath my bed,
First in the guise of outdated gadgets, then slipping in amongst
Papers, the piles of marked assignments;
Every time the gray feeling comes
They are there, rustling and dividing; at night, they crawl out
And become dusty books, the ones I never read and
I wonder how they got there;
Even in dreams I hear them,
Fornicating into ticket stubs and trinkets,
The stuffed bear, the idiot poetry, the mementos keep growing
Into letters, postcards, an old forgotten shirt;
Last night they spilled out
From a weathered box and across my floor,
Their voices clamoring to be heard, calling out for human hands,
These space invaders, they stole my memory.
Poetry by Charlie fan
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Written on 2007-01-24 at 21:40
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