From Monarchy to the Cinematic Consciousness

Trespass practically that way you felt the last day of a first day, negated by the grime of two languages rubbing up against one another into a vernacular pretty--kinetic misunderstanding between kinfolk/the blank finish of a black fist, stoic, tv hypnocritical..

Has this unicycle been here all along, tripping travelers toward the boardwalk that the radio will soften if you play the shit that they like-like you grandiose motherfuckers just don't play the shit that they

Like those harsh words are straight out of the picture show I like to go the moving pictures and remove the movement, let it be elsewhere-- is that Wesley Snipes or Don Cheadle or the writer..what's his name again...Ellison? Micheaux? Spike, Wendel, Weldon Johnson Poitier Delroy and them, defending a contrachangeable tension in the alphamale, I'm betting, I'm gambling on, to let the language walk up to the stage or sidle like a lady like she might decide to stay, and you might forget your lines and say

the way you felt the first day of the last day you spoke about the dada fables of faubus hobble over the apprentice to have the apprentice in the sunship was not obnoxious enough or watched the part where she got up from the table they were perched at together and left over and over backwards looking for what to say next you thought about the mouths of your favorite actor swollen and certain after a fight scene that he'll never play again only to discover himself sounding even better the next--

( A speech about the value of his failures
A love scene with silhouette for floors
Close up on the cover of Still Life With---
Mike Tyson's legendary lisp
The monotone limitlessness of a woman--
of her imagination
picking out benign betrayals and enclosing them with the daggers and dope

slurs into the clone of really bad movie which isn't hers


Only to discover a luck in the toy city is almost as legible as her so-what, low down fantasy clown

Only to the numb decoy he was, is her loyalty to the facts a matter of truth/relief

I'm just relieved what keeps walking in a cycle of leading roles is the memory not the life itself (?)