OPTIONAL POETRY

Nightime and raining in Akihabara screens shout at nobody in particular and songs play on in endless short loops, Yodobashi, yodobashi, even here up seven floors in a narrow corridor stacked with bins of diodes, capacitors, secret parts foreign as the writing on the wall– signs here have no meaning for us– we enter if the door is open, and stare, entranced, as small things start to move, or dance, or wait for us to […]