And out they come
the other voices
loud as thunder
and we were at the
beginning
again.
Why were the
renovations unfinished
east gallery was
closed
the temerity of
unfinished business.
her vision saw
them through
dark hours - blue
bloods bleed
red
like the rest of us
-
The exits couldn’t
tell us anything.
The
exit sign. an insignia. who left? to the alley. signs. language. the scientific
method. seeking. alchemy. Newton obeys the law to avoid capital punishment.
outside the tower. others. feeling. hurt. hurdled. humans. populate aisles.
Metropolis
substantially cut
large missing portions (found)
lower class underground dwellings
working (still)
making
paths for callous ones
turbines underground
desolation bases
scorched skies
the
history of our
unprecedented
future.
icthe contents; the streets. asleep and
awake. citizens. civil laws. a policy prohibiting street musicians. the
chronicles digested. appealed. drums. waiter. a drink of water please. theses.
boards. forgotten. a trace of carbon provides the evidence that once a homeless
family recorded a sonata in front of the Ritz Carlton hotel. before the
convention. fashion. platters. home. ground. military arrivals. herds. rations.
the decimated mind of the public.
through
the mist brave ones walk
of
uncertain fate
lies
their
footsteps behind riders
tattooed
and terrible
masks
give nothing away
(mostly)
taunting
twitches
fear
on both sides.
the
tatto tale. the minnesinger swelled with disbelief so solemn that the whole
house cried.
waiting until dark
stay
and defend
ladders
to the sky
meeting
again at all the Carefuls signposted
along
the way.
in
the end its never worth it - is it?
overrun
projections
Hanging
still
coating the evening sky
clearing
a path
we
could not believe.
we
waited for the flight. people and crowds. outside the window, the giant steel
planes. sometimes they catch birds in their turbines. of course it is the
birds' fault for getting in the path of the flight. causing a delay and serious
risk.
the
only way birds win
a
place at exits
is
when
we’re
in basements
answering
ancient telephones
that
no longer ring.
the distinction of flight-the fugue-a
higher class than the earthbound. batman jumps across skyscrapers into the
folds of comedy.
When the shift
an exit at San Andreas eventualized, the
signs were clearly marked -
whatever
it took -
whatever?
darting
eyes
three
months of options
within
the camp
war
breaks out
dots
on a matrix
lines
to
points of floating statues
no
longer tokens
of
liberty
scaffolding
keeping the distance
between
their exodus and ours.
the
exit is clearly marked. there are floorlights to guide your path through the
smoke. walk dont run. a stampede. babies. i forgot my candy. dont go back.
outside. fresh air. fire engines. reading the news. reporters. bestsellers.
reiterated. someplace else are the billionaires who did not purchase this
cinema.
These moving pictures
are we past or present - its always
never for the one who answers the phone.
Flashbulbs around the shadows of a body,
captured perfectly through a broken window.
Retribution, marking everything as state
property including Aphrodite of Fréjus.
Grave
robbers, ships filled with shameful cargo,
assumptions,
old land lines allegorical time lines, why be so secretive?
operated power provided machinery
for unconventional exits.
power
lines. the storm. warmth. yells. periods of distaste. the abysmal state
position. the candidate. yells. in the stadium. the players. the gambles. the
cards the shark the counter the luxury suite tailored suits. poker chips. home tears.
a joke that brings a laugh.
landscapes
of Saturn
clouds
breaking
it
looked like a Berlin exit
but
was not.
press
the options button
for
3-d delusions
falling
stars
that
once were us
splintered
in letters
trying
to transcribe
several
versions
of
the same story.
The classes. The figures sent from
the revolution. Against the order of the station master. Play the reel.
Reddened sight. Smile the gladiators who don't care about the thumbs
if
you plot another way will the turning wheels leave gashes?
watching
the wheels take off. the plane taxis. the passengers pay taxes. the pilot
misses the runway. there are ruts near the symphony hall.
and popcorn grenades were stilled
O
but that was another exit.
Biographic Cinema.
(Part Two)
many
walks past the Biograph cinema. a thousand times i stepped on the spot where
Dillinger's blood pooled 38 years prior and i did not know it. he was a bad man
and i wonder why he looks so good to me looking back now. he robbed banks in
the rural midwest taking citizens' life savings- maybe a total haul of 10,000
during the depression and the cops could not catch him he drove too fast,there
was no warning,no police communications and he outgunned the police. and he was
a public hero why in depressed times he looked so much better to citizens than
the government that failed them.
A
new lighthouse (Cape Point 1914)
cinemagraphic
luster
failed
to
shed brightness
the
old man
a
dusty floor
picking
his tired way through
grimy
shadows
just plain depressed
after the credits ran.
the old man in the sea-on vacation of
some kind-studied Aquinas-then looked up at the moon and i thought it is just a
rock controlled by gravity and the tide swelled and the fish washed up on shore
and somewhere an orca called for help.
2 strands from
madness
will
he hold her hand?
its
beauty locked up
behind
screen savers
and
stolen kisses
the
cat was walking funny -
I
don’t think he liked the programme.
watching the movie. ideal faces. snack
foods. are you amused? i laughed. a penny dropped. a popcorn grenade
flies towards the big screen.
Dark Matter
intervenes
halogen lamps, sparks, shadows,
condensation, heartbeats - the blur the beating the catching the kicking, all
before time, a
mother saw her child
and
could not contain.
the cloaks on the loom spread
mentioned our past discussion. early warning. radioactivity. genetics.
perfectly formed. measured rated. prizewinning disarmed broadcast for applause.
Don’t bother to audition
unless
your cheekbones
are in perfect order
Loom(ing) flaw-less-ness.
on
stage sets suffering as tradition demands
haunting
through space
murder,comedy,violence,love,sci-fi,joined
to fire an ultimate pause - a truce
a
kill for nothing
being
led by a child -
but
so were we, the last drama wherein we garnered commendations and Oscars and
after parties.
The audition. the spectators. a
gladiatorial fight. animals and Christians in the arena. entertainment of
10,000 people. the circus. the plebians. sought fire and water. elementals
gain. Empedocles stood respectively beyond some veil opened the curtain. bowed.
applause.
exit. pursued by fissionable substrates.
4
classical elements
all your choice
passed
from one charge to another
flawed relationships
are not entirely without love
you cannot escape being there or here
access
the wide channel
tell
them we’re here
in
underground shafts
just
breathing
the
dissonance between places
haunts
us.
outside
reasons. ideologies. chants. rights. human rights. by law and nature. the film.
the Hollywood ending. the crime that is always solved in 50 minutes.
that’s it, the paradox, the 50 minute
crime/life/disease/superhero whose mask falls to the floor revealing
radios
focused on distant stars
roads
underground
mapped
secretly round mountains on rivers in clouds how far does eternity go?
Ferris
wheels in the desert pin points took us there
liberty
stretches. Dead.
Grids
shapeshift
borne
aloft
vaporous.
their
price is too terrible
what
could she say?
We
raced around the corner,the coroner took extra time disclosing possessions
robbed returned to civilians to study armed placed under glass carbon ratios
altered everyone interviewed agreed that this paradox sticks.
in
the sand
reinforcing
defenses
doubles
on the perimeter
no
ones getting past -
are they?
is
there a way to make peace
that
wasn’t who he was
but
it is
who
he is now
(and then)
(but not again).
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