Silver Screen
(mise en scene)
David J Walker
Remembering
Sending pulses of past light
Flash-light fast
Flash-low slow
as a single frame
millisecond in
forever mode
I loafe about in older eyes
I fall forward reaching back
Pretending innocents
Pleading ignorance
Pledging fidelity to a time
Trapped in Black & White
Displayed in plain sight
On a silver screen’s
mise en scène
I return each night
For free
(the manager waves the fee)
As the lone patron
With the usher's blessing
Fancy hummingbird
with mise en scene in the air
flowers blush proudly
Lead me to that heaven
Through those no- thorn greens
Where cuckoos croon;
Bunnies zoom on lush loam;
Apes clown and owls frown
Walk me tenderly
Under the bracing full Moon
Your eyes blue…cueing my line
Your blushing beams
Signing upon the anvil
Of an affair-de- coer
Lead me to that heaven
I close my blinking eyes
To shut the wakeful dreams out
I take a deep breath
Moisten my drying lips
I allow my stirring thoughts
Touch my tender heart’s brims
And again, my eyes, I open
To envision, aha!
A great mise en scene
Is this not Manasa Sarovaram?
The divine soul’s swirling stream
Of orgasmic nectar-fall
Ushering Into the dim inner shores
Of human organism
And I dive insane
Into that chilling lagoon
Where lustful swans swim
Sprawl, poke, provoke
And probe each other
In waters of desire
You tell me “It’s all our own”
This heaven, this Moon
And these playful swans our chums
Let us play together the game”
Then ….I……into you
And you….into me
Lead each other
In to that heaven
Apothegms baroque balcony of marvels....
Fauvisms fallacious face of fate, this faith has somehow now become
But a hiero glyphic stumbling block for many, so it seems to be
A prop upon the stages of these casting calls; their destiny?
Peering beyond this archaically fashioned premordial symposiums veil
Rogues mise en scene spiel prisms of such, mystique tales....
....Sanguine concord hearts, left to unfold!?
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"Jeremiah" ~
It was a far cry for us to rent a house
But desire prevailed upon limited income
My wife was showing the rented house
To a beautiful woman, our next door neighbour,
And I was preoccupied with my work
Sitting in our loosely fenced enclosure.
“This is our kitchen,” my wife said
“Superb” the woman said
“This is our bedroom”, my wife said
“Very cute” she said using another adjective
“This is our living room,” my wife said
“Oh, wonderful” Yet another adjective
As they came out where I was sitting
“My husband” my wife said
“Very wwwwwww” she said,
She started rattling on about
the previous occupants of the house
Rambling together tales of the tenants.
The woman knew I taught English at a college,
I think she wanted me to overheard
The random adjectives she used in English.
Don’t ask me in which humour
My wife had been as the lady left.
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