good morning & this is the movie
good morning
sitting here / as the sober stillness of night / fades to day
it’s quiet / there’s a thick moss / upon my desk
it’s quiet / as though it’s been there / centuries
my hands are clean / though there’s dirt / beneath the fingernails
dark Earth / dried and forgotten
like liquor bottles / along the river / shattered
scattering moonlight / like knives / in the eyes / of dreamers
sitting here / covered in moss / dust rising from apathy
I think of you / I think of me
the bottles / the broken hearts
left in our wake
Death feared us / unlike any other
we bore our teeth / dragged them down / the edges of insanity / indentations / along night’s / sacred spine
now there is a stillness / centuries of longing / petrified / under an ocean of moss
green, grey,
dying and dead
in the light / that falls from our window
it was quiet / until now
(Photo by Joyce Romero)
this is the movie
I cannot watch movies about writers / like I used to
in every case / a false image is presented
a lonely nobody / sits down finally / and types / what’s long been brooding
it’s a three-minute montage / maybe less / while some artsy-fartsy guitar / plucks to a hopeful melody
then the writer / sends his epic out / gets published / and is thrust into a busy scene / of wine, whiskey, and adoration
some movies try to be clever / they have the writer fail / they reduce the fanbase / to one lucky lady / one lucky man
but that bullshit stinks / just as bad
because even one lucky lady / one lucky man / is one-removed / from reality
the busy scene / is filled with wine, whisky, / and wannabes
but often / there is no scene
there is just you / at your computer
alone / typing / alone / submitting / alone / being accepted / alone / being rejected
and though you may / have the luxury of friends / you are still alone / in a crowded room / full of laughter / you are still alone
and hungover / you return to your serviceable life / your serviceable career / your serviceable relationship / your serviceable diet / your serviceable bowel movements
then type again / in an empty room
this is the true image
this is the movie
though nobody but myself / might watch it
(Photo by Felix Mooneeram)