Cinema Overdose Poem by Koroosh Floyd

Before the picture flickers away,

The fun persists, and remains.

3-perf preferable, may settle

for less. Images widen, the mighty

aspect ratios punctuate little and

big minds alike ten fold. Blood pumping

24 frames per second for the patient;

16 frames per second for the struggling

ADD crowd; 64 frames per second for the

baked anonymous.



Voyeurs of the fantasy-self, smiling, shrieks,

a gasp, or 500 for an hour and a half. Flickering

lights, and reels being fed through and through.

Dialogue heeds fair warning; 'All this filming is not

healthy.' Interpretations a-plenty, none are alike.