amused memory

we sat on separate chairs, tilted at a forty-five degree angle towards the wooden table. you stood up, carefully placed the stereo right in the middle of the table and sat back onto the stupid red plastic chair.

we both propped ourselves upright, anticipated the twenty-second sci-fi introduction of gun shots and horse neighing.

“Knights of Cydonia” a point to you.

the muffled repeated sound of “mmmammmammma mad” within the first second.

I, I can’t get these memories out of my mind
And some kind of madness has started to evolve

“Madness” a point to me.

first fifteen seconds sounded like a complete rip off from a Bond theme song. too much wants, not needs. unfortunately, neither of us can show each other how its done. you’ve got your guard up and all titled beauty is merely still a mask.

“Undisclosed Desires” in unison.

Point to us.

In my dreams, you could be my unintended.




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