The past plays back
Like a reel softly buzzing in a dusty projector
Frames jitter
Grain dances
Scratches run vertical like timelines
Nobody bothered to clean
On quiet unassuming days
Friends flicker in and out of the light
Laughing in that warm sepia tone
Not knowing they were becoming memories
Gate weave wobble
The joy stays centered
Family moments spool through
With light burn marks at the edges
Holidays melting into birthdays
Birthdays melting into twilight talks
All of it patched together
With tape only nostalgia understands
Workdays show up as overexposed flashes
Bright
Loud
Then gone
A few frames missing
A few frames scratched
The story still runs smooth enough
To feel like you were there
Somewhere in the reel
The dust settles on the parts you forgot
You didn’t mean to forget
These parts just fade like film left in sunlight
Still visible
Still yours
Just softer now
The projector keeps spinning
Casting old light on new walls
Every flicker reminds you
Even flawed reels can carry the whole story
Star Projector, shade of baby blue
All these stars, but I’m focused on you
Star projector, pretty shade of red,
All these thoughts of you have me stuck inside my head
Take me somewhere new
Somewhere I can be alone with you
Maybe bring me to a distant star
I don’t care if it’s near or far
I just wanna be wherever you are
Star projector, deep shade of green
Why can’t I tell you what I mean
Star projector, lovely shade of pink
I’m so in love I don’t know how to think
I can’t look at the stars
They’re only half as pretty as you are
My constellation, my moon
Every shooting star leads back to you
Star projector, shade of baby blue,
All these stars, but I’m focused on you
Star projector, pretty shade of red,
All these thoughts of you have me stuck inside my head
Star projector, deep shade of green,
Why can’t I tell you what I mean
Star projector, lovely shade of pink
I’m so in love I don’t know how to think
I’m so in love I don’t know how to think
I think I like this
Yeah this the one
My sexy mid drift
gonna show it off
ooh yeah
enough lace showing
sheer back bottoms
got my bootie showin
my sexy mid drift
be turning heads
get who I want
in my bed
My sexy mid drift
got it going on
My sexy mid drfit
my sexy thong
Slow Motion
David J Walker
I have slowed the motion
Of old film from the past
Watching frame by frame
The changes
As they came
The slight nuance of
The passing time in
Flickering light to
The silver screen
And what I might have
never seen
Even in a closeup at
Full speed
Was that me
In the eye of the
Projector?
Hush, hush ...
late-night reality peepers
Roll the eyeballs, but don’t you dare gossip talk
Blush, blush ...
keyhole camcorder creepers
NDA motility disability got publicity legs that walk
Nude
Discreet
Activity
Keep it on the hush, hush ...
spin the cash credits on a silent projector reel
One three zero K lap dance lewd
Do a horizontal tango with triple X size feet
Drunken adulterous revelry
scripting an unpatriotic production of infidelity —
Red Chip-n-Dale cheeks
White poker paleface
Blue light kitty straight flush
Here’s the table stakes deal:
Bought silence projector reel
spend spinning on a hush, hush
Trickbaby presidential suite,
high-class hooker in a VIP seat
Just another Golden Tower dirty secret projector peek —
reel silent Stormy eyes know, but don’t speak
feel what s/he knows is
what is really happening,
uses the word “believe”
as if s/he needed it to
breathe,
throws out her/his labels
on others in a manner of
nonchalance, letting the
chips fall where they may &
running when the game
doesn’t turn out just like
s/he planned---
but
ooh, how the projector
feeds on success in
prediction,
for each time s/he’s right
about something or
someone, her/his ego
grows,
revealing the deepest of
insecurities
bubbling up from
within.
Project again
Tell me all the things that are wrong with me
Tell me how I’ve let you down
How I can’t offer what you want
Whenever the world turns on you
I’m the one you turn to
Whenever you’ve driven
Your family and friends away
I’ve always been the one to stay
Whenever the venom was turned on me
I endured, for us
I’ve stood by through bad and good
In days of laughter and days of baseless accusations
I have been there for you
passing by each other
pretending not to stare
when actually all I see is your face
and your hand holding her hand
remembering those times you only looked at me
and when we argued playfully
we'd hold each other gently
whispering so only we could hear
thats done and over
now time has passed
but in the back of our minds
its still that projector of memories.
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