In A World
By Big Frank Dickinson
The movie huckster’s line is always the same:
IN A WORLD WHERE. . .
What comes after doesn’t really matter.
What matters is that it is not this world.
The trailer for this world would
Draw few crowds: IN A WORLD WHERE
Numbing regularity rules the day and empty
Time begs to be filled, errands equal travel.
IN A WORLD where the screen is a computer
Cars don’t chase people they imprison them.
Numbers and dates flip through their heads
Like calendar pages in a grainy black and white.
IN A WORLD where anxiety is accompanied by music:
Your breath rasping to the the beat of your heart
With no audience other than memories and dreams.
IN A WORLD without a plot the rewrite never ends.
The movie huckster’s line is always the same:
IN A WORLD WHERE. . .
What comes after doesn’t really matter.
What matters is that it is not this world.
The trailer for this world would
Draw few crowds: IN A WORLD WHERE
Numbing regularity rules the day and empty
Time begs to be filled, errands equal travel.
IN A WORLD where the screen is a computer
Cars don’t chase people they imprison them.
Numbers and dates flip through their heads
Like calendar pages in a grainy black and white.
IN A WORLD where anxiety is accompanied by music:
Your breath rasping to the the beat of your heart
With no audience other than memories and dreams.
IN A WORLD without a plot the rewrite never ends.
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