An itinerary (a poem)

I’m watching Quay Brothers films again… 

The fourth day of the week
arrived on the fifth day of the week
I gave it a cursory glance
then went back to staring
at objects less deserving
of my attention

Their value was merely potential
but sometimes potential
requires attention
if it is to develop
into itself

This evening
I am dreaming
in lines and camera angles
and remembering
the early days
of the future—
after Barbarella
has found Duran Duran

The shadows
viewed through slats
move in unexpected directions
while the bow
scrapes out the tune
the sixth day of the week
scratching at the door

(16 February 2018)

 

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