sergio leone

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

considered lost

define un-interesting governing style

once upon a time: the films of man.

ideology, diplomacy, military thinking
sublime guppy gap

without both "Bitchery and abomination! Abomination and bitchery"
no household names perennially modern

I've shot kate many times

dreams of fleeing and her bare feet flat
talented swimmer died in the same summer triangle

early melodramas gaze out the window
daydream about all the varieties of the color green

is that what you call righteous indignation?
you're talking about righteous indignation when you talk about

a blur of noise and chaos and broken bottles considered lost,


jeffDuricko&aaronHoward