Tears wipe clean
on thumbs and we spit hard
to concrete and wink
stupendous.
Heaven and hell are
concepts just and
lights downtown stack high
gorgeous.
Without a thing sullied
we crisp to the end titles and the
"who made what"s
icky.
In the movies
we leave everything behind
the quick and the cut
scenes stay cut.
Every cigarette fall
is put to heel and every hand behind a head
ends with a kiss
courageous.
Rain falls
upon request,
food stays uneaten
shiny.
Every dance is timed
to meet each footfall, music right,
every voice has a mic nearby,
alternate endings standing ready for production,
everything aligned for record.
Nothing ready for polish unnecessary. All saved,
taped round reels, fifty two takes for one
adjustment contained in a reboot.
