Slow EmulsionsPeter Jay Shippy
On a squelchy winter morning Men with eyes like water-worn pebbles Hang in front of a movie theater In Book Club Country. You can find Cities like these in most scenes: spaces Where cineastes gather, hoping That an electric golf cart will pull up With a studio flunky, offering A day’s pay and juju beans in return For two hours work. The landscape Percolates anomie the way A leaf perfoliates a stem, starting With the prime figure bent under The camera’s black cape, watching Men hang for the weak sunlight To diffuse and wipe prevailing moods. It may take years for subjects To supply this control. It be so.
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