Friday, April 18, 2008

Lights, Camera, Action

It's "An inconvenient truth" but
"The first five people you meet in heaven", if you do,
could be "Stranger than fiction" not "Just friends"
I feel "Regret to inform" you that "Me and you
and everyone we know"
who are seeking "A home at the end of the world"
might not make "The final cut"; it may not be our "Destiny".
So "Live forever" now, "Smile" at every "Shopgirl",
"Head of State", "Cop", "Waitress" and "Lonesome Jim"
ask them all "Shall we dance?", have "The time of your life"
because "Chances are" the "Fictitious marriage" between
"Heaven and Earth" is like a "House of wax", "Nothing Sacred",
"Liquid moments" "Frozen alive" ready to melt away
It's "Never too late" though, you see, "Laughing matters",
so be able to say "It was a wonderful Life" "Before the devil
knows you're dead"
or you too may live "Happily N'Ever After".

The following movie titles are credited in creating the above writing:
THE FINAL CUT - Director: Omar Naim - 2004
HOUSE OF WAX - Director: Jaume Serra - 2005
A HOME AT THE END OF THE WORLD - Director: Michael Mayer - 2004
AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH - Director: Davis Guggenheim - 2006
STRANGER THAN FICTION - Director: Marc Forster - 2006
SHOPGIRL - Director: Anand Tucker - 2005
SHALL WE DANCE - Director: Peter Chelsom - 1937
JUST FRIENDS - Director: Roger Kumble - 2005
REGRET TO INFORM - Director: Barbara Sonneborn - 2000
DESTINY - Director: Fritz Lang - 1921
LIVE FOREVER - Director: John Dower - 2003
SMILE - Director: Jeffrey Kramer - 2005
WAITRESS - Director: Adrienne Shelly - 2007
HEAD OF STATE - Director: Chris Rock - 2003
COP - Director: James B. Harris - 1988
LONESOME JIM - Director: Steve Buscemi - 2005
CHANCES ARE - Director: Emile Ardolino - 1989
THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE - Director: Kirk Browning - 1976
FICTITIOUS MARRIAGE - Director: Haim Bouzaglo - 1959
HEAVEN AND EARTH - Director: Oliver Stone - 1993
NOTHING SACRED - Director: William A. Wellman - 1937
LIQUID MOMENTS - Director: Ian Stewart - 2005
FROZEN ALIVE - Director: Not Available - 1964
NEVER TOO LATE - Director: Giles Walker - 1997
LAUGHING MATTERS - Director: Andrea Meyerson - 2004
HAPPILY N'EVER AFTER - Director: Paul J. Bolger - 2006

Friday, April 11, 2008


Thanks to Poefusion I have discovered Easy Street Prompts and given it a shot looks like it will be fun.

It's amazing how quickly
one can become tattered
after the loss of one dear
I never knew how much
of him was holding me
from unravelling, uncoiling
I knew I was patterned
after him but never had a
clue that he was my glue
Or thread if you will that
kept me in one piece,
held me together until
He was gone, then I knew
as the hole just grew
bigger and bigger by the day
Leaving me ragged, scathed,
almost torn in two parts
with little hope of repair

Paper, plastic or reality

OK, it's been quite a few days since I've written anything and this morning I had some time and checked out Friday Five - the words are brittle, aluminum foil, Polaroid, skunk and salt - not too easy - I decided to try something I've seen done before and combined the five words given as well as my own choice "cautioned" and put it all into the previous form - the Sestina - here we go, I must admit this was tough!

There is a dreamlike haze surrounding the streetlamp, nothing brittle
more like cloudiness than a sharpened, focused Polaroid
flaring nares inhale my fearful stench much like an angry skunk
while the beads that form on my brow are filled with borrowed salt
and my knee joints are reminiscent of crinkling aluminum foil
I could not deny being aware, just this very morning I had been cautioned

Call it a warning or call it an alert but yes I was cautioned
and despite the growing sense of dread my brains were brittle
and could not heed, I belted my knife like an aluminum foil
oblivious to the possible outcome, just seeing my minds Polaroid
in no way caring if perhaps my visions like bland food needed salt
in order to properly taste, sense, my enemy, that man, that skunk

Tonight I needed false bravado so I first got as drunk as a skunk
so as to care not that I had been first and foremost, cautioned
my concern was to lure him to this spot like a deer to a block of salt
and without his knowledge leap out and begin to pummel his brittle
bones capturing each individual assault to his body like a Polaroid
that I could relive and reuse as if it were yesterdays aluminum foil

Part of me knew I was wrong yet part still glinted like aluminum foil
at the thought of slaying, or even just deeply hurting this lousy skunk
I even considered having a friend stand by with a camera, a Polaroid
to be sure that each moment was saved for posterity, hmph, cautioned,
I'd rather savor this moment like a confection of nuts, a crunchy brittle
that has all the sweetness of candy yet still has that trace of salt

You see, my life has been like an ill prepared Martguerita, never any salt
on the rim and my desires never stayed hot enough, like aluminum foil
that when used and removed from the heat has merely become brittle
and tasty yesterdays can only conjure the lurid aroma of the nasty skunk
It's true, yes it is, it's me who does the warning, I'm the one who's cautioned
myself, I always do, and as long as I'm in control there will be no Polaroid

There will be no slaying, no intentional hurting, no, never a Polaroid
yet for some reason I seem to enjoy filling my wounds with plenty of salt
and always manage so, no matter if I have or haven't been cautioned
my tongue lashes upon itself like the sharpened edge of aluminum foil
and my only enemy is myself, I'm my own evil, my own stinking skunk
I often question my motives for why I've caused my heart to become brittle

My dreams like an old Polaroid photo have a way of fading into nothingness
whether my cautioned thoughts are reality or just my possessed fear

Maybe someday my brittle composure will again be like supple suede
and I will once more be able to smile while I taste the salt of the day

Perhaps the time will come when the skunk inside of me just up and dies
and I won't have to try to recycle my minds aluminum foil ever again