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?