Cinema of still such <br /> sounding minimally a bell, a long snow. <br /> <br /> Blinking- <br /> Rubbing- <br /> Putting- <br /> Pouring- <br /> <br /> Putting on clothes <br /> in stars, trains, smoke pouring <br /> Trees green-black in the early morning <br /> <br /> The brooding sky has gone away charred <br /> unfinished hiccups <br /> <br /> (chaotically claustrophobic room) <br /> <br /> Humming of a holiday's quiet and slow <br /> vacuum- <br /> Two trees to look at. Tight housetops. <br /> <br /> Pepper scattered into sizzling oil <br /> In the black night, white houses <br /> violet people- <br /> <br /> Some play harmonicas some open sardine cans- <br /> I wanted to have on the least clothes possible <br /> <br /> Leave everyone far. Pepper my potatoes, <br /> Eat and close the curtains- <br /> <br /> Play out the compelling illusion of an <br /> Expanding moment<br /><br />Marcos Oro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cinema-of-still/
