FRAME

FRAME

am at a distance
am

     at an acute disadvantage

wish I could steadicom
my eyes go
rack focus

crane shot floating
         over and above

give you the one-take
tracking shot of
my every life moment

diegetic sound being
the beastly bustling buzz
and freaking
hubbub of
                technologized time

for which screetch of
whatever wheels will serve
as slick
    sufficient synonym

and here
         we cut to

me at fast food joint (fabulous
community)

writing fast I can
as if looming shadow of
terminal extinction event

thing dipping
into Earth’s atmosphere
to turn
    up the temperature
eat all that
luscious oxygen

gulping us
down
     with it

as in
    so many disaster flicks has
already gone
mega-cliche

damning any hope of that
movie that
heavenly moment
of moments

where you and
I playing
   antagonists as ever

find ourselves in
and on
camera

perfect in
same frame

OF THE FITTEST


OF THE FITTEST

I like the way
you shot this scene

but what
does it mean
what does
it mean?

why this blocking, these
camera angles, this framing?

what does your cinematography
do for, what is it
doing to my poem?

so much you have to
surrender to reach
a wider audience

sacrifice gleefully, even
ecstatically,
for
  your art
to
survive