From the Archives : Action Flick (2015)

I'm feeling capable again. No, it's not that

the scales have fallen from my eyes

but that they themselves are as bricks

making the house a solid thing and not

just an alliance of the air with itself.

How seeing proves more lid than iris, 

more curtainfall than proscenium. 

How like the messiest butterknife known

to man the pathetic fallacy spreads

the preserves on toast and hand, equally.

How the weight of a jug of Tropicana

is nothing without the almost hairless arm

that will either succeed or fail in lifting it,

too puny to move most of the world

into and out of place. And so who's to say

a rampart is not foam, your body not pumice

or the billionaire nobody they want to be.

Let go and whether it’s you or the makings

of breakfast that float unmoored away —

like Morpheus does Neo in The Matrix

I want to ask you where you think

you are, where this is happening.

And then — does it matter?