Areel

Closeup.

There was a
chance,
a very real
chance,
that he might
disappear
completely
into her eyes.

Take.

What would that
be,
to disappear
completely
into such a darkness.
What would that
take
from him
What would that
give.

Low-angle.
Extreme.

Without label
Without title
Without purpose
beyond keeping the
light
always
just where she might
find it,
just where she might
tilt her head
just so
just where
she might never be
cold
again.

Cross-cutting
no more.

No more
bits
of life strewn
across another
floor,
no more
edits
no more
jumps
no more
wipes.

Just the
Iris-in
of silence.
And the
Dissolve
of life
as it was
meant
to be lived.

©sdrogers 10 february 2014

Magic

Tennessee called
it a click, a mechanical
click, where everything just gets
peaceful

Tennesee called
Kitty Maggie, gave her
a pat on the head and
put her out for the
night

to wander a land of ghosts
with a stringless guitar and
the echo of perfect harmony
buffeting her brain

a land where
waters run red,
and bubble purple at the
surface like carbonated
blood
and all the clocks read
one hour ahead
from where Kitty is
from where Kitty was

a land where
all the roofs are tin
all the roofs are hot
and Kitty’s only
victory
is
as Tennessee knew
as Tennessee knows

just stayin’ on
i suppose
just stayin’ on

© s rogers (rev) 17 May 2010
with limitless thanks to Tennessee Williams (and his photographer)