the facade
02-18-2011, 09:27 PM
Moving Picture
Come with me
to the Moving
Pictures.
Our wrinkled projectionist –
white beard and all,
will throw a show,
a window to the world.
They are so real,
we agree,
The old man laughs
He knows, it's only a reel.
How devious light is:
you see Ingrid torn
between love
and ideal,
I see Bogie
and the shadows
draped over his eyes.
Come with me
through the Motion
Pictures.
You'll play Ingrid,
I'll play Bogie.
Come with me
to the Moving
Pictures.
Our wrinkled projectionist –
white beard and all,
will throw a show,
a window to the world.
They are so real,
we agree,
The old man laughs
He knows, it's only a reel.
How devious light is:
you see Ingrid torn
between love
and ideal,
I see Bogie
and the shadows
draped over his eyes.
Come with me
through the Motion
Pictures.
You'll play Ingrid,
I'll play Bogie.