November 3rd, 2002

Salt Precaution

Cinema of Reality

Black screens and loose
A movie comprised of afterimages
Lost in the ghostly silhouettes
Of arms and faces

Metal nets lost in the darkness
Trapped in a theatre I am
Stuck on coiling black air
Shadows into the pleasure falling

Among the aisles . . . the ghosts parade
Insensible to the dark and to me
Unobserved by each other
And the air is dank with the mildew

Of the plain reality--shapes made
By the arbitrary placement of ghosts
Fuel irresponsible dreams
But I will never leave this seat

  • Current Music
    Tom Waits - Whistlin' Past the Graveyard
Salt Precaution

My eyes are not certain

Firstly, happy birthday to trisa, in case you still read this journal.

Secondly, last night I dreamt I was Spider-Man. I was doing that web-slinging-Tarzan thing through the city he does, only for some reason, there was no other people in the city, and the buildings gradually became more and more unconstructed--as if I was watching time-lapse photography in reverse of a city being built. And my web shooters grew weaker, until finally they flung just insubstantial little strings and I had to walk through the empty city of skeletal buildings.
  • Current Music
    Elvis Costello - I Hope You're Happy Now