trigger shots
a walk to the marais
got me nostalgic hooray
my father, he was a tailor
sews pretty outfits to receive love favor
i remember sewing needle
that went thru my index finger when his machine with treadle i meddled
i remember going to sleep with sony radio, listening to song dedications
radio days eliciting sweet, innocent heart palpitations
i remember moi, with my legs dangling thru railings in pulau tikus
watching the world go by, deep in dreams and imaginations mousse
this candy wrappers bag accessory
costs 265 euros, a pretty penny
i remember me weaving a similar bag out of colorful drinking straws
yea, maybe amateurish handicraft that didn’t draw awes
but this display causes pause of the extravagant cause