“SLEEPING[Y] EYES CAN SIMPLY BE AN ADDICTION!” a poem July 23, 2019 (Tuesday)
Click, click! Click-click-micro- cosmic-frames!-of-a-fi[e]lm;
Each “cell!” produced-NOW! and-you! are-at-The-Helm!
You or-chestrate EACH CELLULAR “Click-fest!”
You! ONE! The-Best! -at-this-Illusory-TEST!
Co-incidence!? Oh? (pause) Are you sure? (pause)
Micro – second time-passages forever? on-TOUR!?
YOUR – FILM! Your DESIGN!
Are-you? Feeling -quite-fine?
Or – ARE YOU PRODUCING A HORROR MOVIE?
“Torture Porn” maybe? Do-you-say: “How-groovy!”
Maybe YOU LIKE THAT! MAYBE NOT!
Just KNOW! YOU!!! can-change-the-genre-“quite-a-lot,”
UNLESS! you! -get-“trapped”-in-a-“continuous?-loop!”
Try to avoid – (pause) being “a-silly-poop!”
OR!? Is-being-“a-silly-poop”-a-FILM-“TWIST” YOU [like-to] DEVISE?
or-SLEEPY[ing] – eyes!
- – The poor soul who found/invented “fire” and then bound himself to suffer for it – until one day:
The birds flew up – to eat my spleen! They thought that – eating-me – was real keen! So, there they were, ready-to chow down, And suddenly-my-smile, wiped away the frown, As-I-grabbed-them-all, and stuck-’em-in-a-sack! And took-them to-a-place, from-which-they-won’t-come-back! THE BIRDS! THE BIRDS! They squawked a lot! But I don’t hear them, for-“earplugs”-I-bought! The birds are: Fear! or Guilt! or God! – But-they have-no-UMPH, [un]less-“I”-give-’em-“The-No