Member Rara Avis
-emulsion side down-
I'd love to watch you destroy yourself.
You can only brag about survival for so long
Before it becomes hoary, mundane.
Would you like to weep in my ear
Or pull the trigger?
Your life is like a torn slide,
Exploding fragmented, layered light on the screen.
You're too concerned with its shape, its borders,
To forgive us the voyeurism of attention,
You're too late to forgive yourself.
Much too late to be unique.
What holds your life together?
Glue, masking tape,
Our eyes watching you fade.
The frames burn, one by one.
Just another square in a whole jumped reel
Of xerox blueprint serenades.