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orange rays behind the drive-in screen

Movie posters taped to the confectionary stand
James Dean in Nehru jacket
hands in jeans nonchalant
reckless rebel, suicide angel

Lawrence of Arabia
white robed grandeur
Saharan desert tea-time bedouin

Audrey Hepburn in repose at breakfast
filing her french nails, bringing a little class
to the sock-it-to-me 50`s drive-in
full of kids weened on Jetsons,
and Lucy bouffant hairdo zaniness
now fiddling with zippers, lips, and nipples

the attendant says `out` to one couple
almost steaming up the car,
not steaming it up enough
`this ain`t no topless bar!`
go find a motel and take your
double love pump action there,
John Wayne on the screen guns a firing

and I`m drinking pop, chewing tooty fruity
with a bunch of pals, farting up the car
orange fingers of dawn
creeping over the movie screen imagining
Love American Style,
amid cut-up impressions
of Mr. Ed, Gomer Pyle


(This poem is for a poetry competition, according to whose rules you must use the following words: bouffant, Lawrence of Arabia, Love American Style, tooty fruity, Ed, topless, suicide, rebel, sock it to me, orange and Nehru Jacket + orange in the title.)

December 05, 2004 in America, Film | Permalink | Comments (94) | TrackBack (0)

world of tomorrow

biking home at midnight
air bone china clear
stars and moon aglow

sky captain of tomorrow
fresh in mind, a movie
also aglow with the dreams
of early hollywood

and the eery sinister city
fires and shadows
of weimar germany

looking at the moon, bright
back lit by the sun
thinking as usual how many
aeons that shining star light
has travelled

and how someday sooner
than the last time I had
this chilly, wonderous thought
I wont be here see it

November 29, 2004 in Film, Nature | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tough Guys Weekend

The computer dial is big,
the tension is high
Bronson with a thick black moustache
looking mexican, playing a russian
KGB, highest office
utmost secrecy, cold war rules
feint and pull back, distract.

Permed out blonde with ample breasts
and straight blue eyes, russian spy
(american double agent)

torn between
love of country and
passion for a man
who won`t play nice with her
but has a thick black moustache.


September 03, 2004 in A `Best of` Selection for Casual Readers, Film, moldy b-sides, Television | Permalink | Comments (1)

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