I'm searching for proof
of time
Searching for the scent I smell
in Athens
Soaked into city walls marble floors
cafeneia and
the skin of centenarians.
Searching for proof of a society
that existed
Pre lip fillers
and pre butts lifted
but
they're
gone.
10,000 years wiped off the hard drive
eradicated by
a human drive to survive at any cost
All civilisations
start from zero anyway so why would it be
any different in
in LA?
Proof is torn down here and quickly replaced
by
shiny white boxеs flat featureless shrinеs
homages to
linear anodyne lines
It is it's own plastic Parthenon, an ode
to its ancient ancestors
Mickey and Minnie
Psychedelic pink skies render films obsolete
whilst valleys
lie mutely locked under concrete
below ancient trails
of the Tongva tribe and their lifeline rivers
that now roun dry
And finally I find
proof of time
It's faint, like a hint of jasmine in the dark
hanging low, indiscrete, tiny tremor at your feet
Gatorades chugged
in the heat E numbers bouncing like a Jeep,
as walrus bones shake down the street from CVS
to Pinkberry
A tecnonic heartbeat
— proof of time, trying to speak