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Hollywood I’ve been spoiled by movies. Ruined, in fact, by their pat presumptions, Infallible formulas and tidy denouements. Black & white. Avarice & virtue. Beginnings. Endings. And the great quilted warmth of closure. And life, of course, (having forsaken art) Isn’t like that. It’s gray. And given to great fits & starts and lots of fades. And things that never go away at all: But hang around - Sagging sadly like so many screen doors, Slammed and swung through once too often; Staying open like the great neon nuisance Of an all night store. And even sleep is not exempt: Dreams mold on the shelves, Mindless of their expiration dates. Gathering dust, they pollinate & germinate And people the aroma of our sleep - Reels spinning out of control And spilling across the floor. I’m not sure books are any better, But at least they can be closed. |
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