1. <br /> <br />We rode up. <br />Pitched a tent. <br />Inconspicuous. <br />Dimly imagined. <br /> <br /> <br />2. <br /> <br />You rushed next door (((pleading for a ruthless <br />Delicate momentum <br />Of pretty loosening vortexes, <br /> <br />One spirally spiritually sunlit blue flower- <br /> <br />Tilting. A burning blurred enigma. In <br /> <br />Fragmented sunlight- <br />Glass broke up into a millennia of partially <br />Indistinct puces and russets <br /> <br />-instinct of sparkling cracked glass <br /> <br />equal parts daylight, and reason. <br /> <br />Glistening in the uneven featureless <br />bowl of water- <br /> <br />Creak of old paper being folded- <br /> <br />Those eating up art: popcorn popped <br />in red pockets- <br /> <br />Told. <br /> <br />Toying with beingness; unstuck <br />In the floating cache of a disparate <br />sphere. <br /> <br />Gradually coming into being. <br /> <br />A jack. Acid glow. <br /> <br />White azure of a sensory electrode crackling. <br /> <br />A thick scathing steam settled over the rooftops <br />Of our motel. It <br /> <br />Bled into some of our rooms. Into some of our <br />Sleep, as we slept <br /> <br />The smell of cold salt water. Creep crack dawn-<br /><br />Marcos Oro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/excerpts-1-and-2-from-chronology-of-a-cinematographer/
