When two take gas <br />by mutual consent <br />and the cops come in <br />when the walls are broken down <br />and the doctor pays respects <br />by closing the books <br />and the neighbors stand about <br />sniffing and afraid <br />and the papers run a brief <br />under a whiskey ad <br />and the news is read <br />eating ice cream or a fruit <br />and the paper is used <br />to wrap peelings <br />and the garbage man <br />dumps the barrel <br />into the truck <br />and the paper flares <br />in the furnace and sinks back <br />charred and is scooped up <br />for mud flats and pressed down <br />by steam rollers for hard ground <br />and a house on it <br />for two to enter<br /><br />David Ignatow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moving-picture/
