whitman
08-12-2008, 02:24 AM
The photographic wind left my dream
it took my neighbour as its new theme,
it trapped him in a series
of images intimating his worst theories.
The photographs blurred into a film chapter
playing in a theatre.
The wind blew through the screen
reaching me in the seats
i became part of the films scene
and turned into the chapter's streets,
he walked the streets and ended
up in the theatre,
glimpsed himself shouted
and turned off the films projector.
it took my neighbour as its new theme,
it trapped him in a series
of images intimating his worst theories.
The photographs blurred into a film chapter
playing in a theatre.
The wind blew through the screen
reaching me in the seats
i became part of the films scene
and turned into the chapter's streets,
he walked the streets and ended
up in the theatre,
glimpsed himself shouted
and turned off the films projector.