MOVIE

i am lit like a movie

dramatically

mysteriously

make-up professionally applied

a classic is on tv/on mute

becomes

art

while

t. waits growls/twangs like the apocalypse/like a farmyard

like

an

old

and

weird america

i despair/self indulgently despair – says the script

it is

raining/evening/you sit soul searching and drunk

my

lines

read;

where are the mistletoe nurses of Christmas myth?

where are the nurses promised by a Carry On childhood?

(a childhood with a voice over by James Garner/a comforting and genial whine)

muted classic's silence is enormous/a dumb elephant

invisible

in

the

late night

t. waits melancholy is epic

the script claims

i

should

say

AT LAST I FOUND THE VOICE OF THE ANTI-CHRISTMAS!

i am lit like a movie/this is time

caught forever

by the man taking the stills

a heavy snapshot 

loaded