Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Depth of Field

Out among the disappeared
Light seems illegal and deviant
Eerie and mysteriously still

The flat-line of desires,
The ghost of former existence
Smoke away the napalm sky's twilight

Lenses zoom and point of view
Vacuums up the foreign dust
From rubbles of deaths in New Delhi

Are there enough pixels here?
To white balance the sun's
Avant-garde dissonance and blind noise

Wind chill day of justice swayed
By the vertical jitter of cinema-verite

Light intensely accelerates into the night,
Running like the golem towards his romance

In the damp gauze of moonlight
In terminal Equinox,
In feverish sweat and hot shadows

Streaming midnight movie scenes
The war room glows
Childhood’s unreal world now picturesque

The crazed mixture of drugs and
Money in spindles,
The molting waxen squares of plastique

They ask "What is the caption?"
Is it in color, no more black and white

Napalm sky, smoke black, fire bright
Rushes of deadline photo blood lost in backlight

How damaging art is to the unfocused eye

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