Proof of Time

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