now i'm here 

listening to glass deers

looking for answers through
numerology, technology and astrology.
mama said to find it in the holy books.
now i don't know if i'm inside or out.
now i go through seasonal bouts of belief.

teppenyaki's fun in your fifties

tea and love songs
on quiet grey afternoons.

it's been a while since
i worshipped at the alter of holy polaroids.

lone runner came on, it was playing
and i could hear it,
but most of all it brought
with it the smell of berlin.

a throwback