I was hoping
come to think of it
the world weary Lieutenant
it did not matter
losing sky earth moon sun stars
wanna be
whatever
why the wild winning whir
coming round the side
raking in that ride
spinning through finally slowing
to a dull rhythmic beat
a fine way to meet
trying to speak hear argue know explain
understanding someone on that train
is gonna come around again
to tell me does not know why is not specific
still insisting that I listen still wagging the finger
at me vanishing into the wall does not even call
canot complain understands exactly what you mean
in a kind of abstract way- a short, twisted lesson
"movie dialogue/ music clearer than/ // words/ understandable/ kinesthetic" This is so often true, not only of movie interactivity and intertextuality, but of lots of discourse moments, as is the poem's wry wrap-up: "not so fast/ let the cliche pass." What a great resonating poem. I enjoyed reading this, Nick. Thanks for sharing it.
Best Wishes,
chris murray
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