Bloody minded memories,
paper-plate faces
follow me.
I paint on features -
creatures of my creation.
Red dead lips that kiss,
and tickle my
S
t
e
m
Whittling this type-set,
resetting to recreate
films lost in the grain,
burnt in the flames
of superman's curse
or any other
H O L L Y W O O D
myth,
adrift,
dispersed.
Whistling alarms
swing tremolo arms
of atmospheric
PRESSURE.
Spinning me more
than dead red lips,
white paper faces,
or any synthetic
caricature.
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