#partnerleftforbetterpoet
i.
i watch people die.
the romance moves slowly
on camera film; a lover
crashing through pvc
to kiss pavement,
windows behind relay
a tragedy captured
with ***** lights.
ii.
i transcribe scripts
to my bathroom mirror.
i see no Winslet.
green in my eyes
mark an imperfect creature,
no feeder's hand to bite.
i speak to my reflection
in self indulgence.
iii.
i don't have a role to play.
who i am is minors and leads
of movies shaped by the past,
but gas on the celluloid
makes the memory blur.
feelings died with the character
dead in the past.
iv.
i just watch people die.
casablanca;
temporary love rejected
when the bone and
the heart shatters.
v.
i don't know who i'll become.
i don't know if i'll become.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 2:56 AM UTC