Machine ghosts

“Amusingly, annoyingly amorous,” the

Blushing bride

Characterized her new husband, cheekily(canned applause & laughter that sounds uncanny)

“Demands?” she asked against the picture of the

ebullient, slightly more grainy crowd.

“Far from it, he only loves without gain,” she wills herself not to

Go straight into his familiar arms,

However, the grainy pictures are

Isolated, unable to stray from their positions

Just “deja-vu” she thought, an odd

Kick-off to the start of their new

Life, the life that keeps restarting like a loop

Mangled inside a tight compact vcr film

No one knows how the video replays

Over and over at

Precisely 12 midnight

Questions that

Remind the living of their

Short mortality and the tragically short-lived couple

They vacuum themselves inside the living dead cells

Using a layer of

Vacuous, static, video-hazed void

White and Black and

Xanthic, an ancient hue that covers their film

Yore that compliments the ghostly machine, as they cannot climb to the star’s

Zenith, only to re-live the most beautiful zenith of their shared lives, a heaven they created in life, in death