Saturday, 13 August 2005

the truth of the unreal that reality i cannot describe.

Unreal truth.

In the dark hall

Patron gathered, paying for the seat they’d fit into

The celluloid rolls beaming light in action

Frame by frame the cast comes to life

Amusing the audience

Melodramatic freeze scene

“they are dark comedy”.

Lyrical truth, the line swayed by the stars

Songs of the frequency’s favorite

Entertaining the hours I decided to waste

Fact packed fantasy

Elevating emotions wounded by the dialogue

The triangle enjoined by the lines

So real to hurt one heart

Still recovering the six feet wound

Cut by the celluloid

The songs so tormenting

Every note sweetly piercing

The sweet vessel deep and dry

Was it worth to be a flirt with art.

No comments:

Post a Comment