[ Cinema Of Still ] Poem by Marcos Oro

Cinema of still such
sounding minimally a bell, a long snow.

Blinking-
Rubbing-
Putting-
Pouring-

Putting on clothes
in stars, trains, smoke pouring
Trees green-black in the early morning

The brooding sky has gone away charred
unfinished hiccups

(chaotically claustrophobic room)

Humming of a holiday's quiet and slow
vacuum-
Two trees to look at. Tight housetops.

Pepper scattered into sizzling oil
In the black night, white houses
violet people-

Some play harmonicas some open sardine cans-
I wanted to have on the least clothes possible

Leave everyone far. Pepper my potatoes,
Eat and close the curtains-

Play out the compelling illusion of an
Expanding moment