movies can never flap against the rectangle
vague oblong fish coverlet
where the idle men gathered movie sets nestle
with the look of decay and eliot smell
"Away, Harlot!"
to smell the odorreek of all anonymous men above dirt
usually another woman or two, sometimes
the orange hiatus strongbox
flapper blue twanging banshee shriek
dyes frontier towns
arms spread on the black crosses
an absentee overlord in landscapes of Martian desolation
jonquilcolored sun and tentative waking
astonish picket fences
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