Patti Masterman

View In Parallax - Poem by Patti Masterman

One night the very sky opened up above;
And there was the projector for my whole life~
Spinning and whirring away thru the reels,
Mad black and white inkblots did the tango
Frames displaying in a choppy too-fast stream.
And the dead moved through those movies too,
Trapped forever in two dimensions
I hope the film doesn't break before it's time-

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  • Martin O'Neill (1/24/2012 6:52:00 AM)

    Love the off-wall-ness of this! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 11, 2010

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