B MOVIE

it was a cycle
a spiral/heading round and round and then down

i'd lived it in ignorance and rode it blind
inhaling all its hot-spice flavours
blown in on bad winds

i'd hidden in its dull mountains

then
i
was
taught it
on wipeboards in warm rooms in secure facilities

i
learnt it/the coping mechanisms and the physiology
i
nodded all the time
i
imbibed by osmosis the theory and the science

now its here again/trembling on the tight architecture
my back mind
bangs
useless
on the backdoor

technical knowledge 
looses to white noise and the bombs and the triggers
that litter literature and characters
in
my
b movie