Cinema is Poetry
I could project you through a movie reel
soul flayed onto the screen
picture - perfect
with a core blinding to those that care to watch
a dim theater with a smoky aroma...
Mislead - Through Fog
the audience all lost in the cancer that eats the screen
a melody plays deaf to most.
Screeching - Bliss
on the killers ninth life,
we start to submit ourselves
Flung - Guilt
and without a whisper of doubt
the captions play in transitions
Backwards - Out of order
this gambit we deal on the table
breathes life into a desert lisle...
Cinema then captures those senses
and holds them in awe
for all to blend and mix into uncertainty
bordering with excitement as the climax hits
does it leave the aftertaste,
that makes you want to experience.
makes you want to bleed onto the white sand
and grow something on that isle...
or do you strike up a new conversation
already discontent with the viewing...
Cinema is... Poetry.