i. communications
everything spiders forward
on my end
it's not so much trapping the mouse
but
there are so many corners
and deadends
running out the time
before I can
find the end
of the day job
and the sidework
and the volunteerin'
and the phone calls
and the email
ii. before escape again
Lucas tweaked Star Wars...
to take a poetic license
on Time's journalistic liberties
he had to get a hit
to satisfy his perfection fixation
...but the movie remains
unchanging
I've been around a decade longer
than that old stock
without eight million dollars
for rejuvenation
the ensuing wear and tear on the edges
kept me from opening weekend
this time
and the company was different...
the audience
was kept distant
with most
born closer to now than then
the movie didn't change
not the effects
the story,
even the actors. a spiral
into career oblivion
by the majority
keeps their casting
pure
trapped
in silvered amber
nothing else
is
caught
there
though
Tim Wood
Copyright 1997 Tim Wood.
Originally published in
Matrix
,
based in Albuequerque, NM, USA.
Permission is granted to copy any of these poems within the confines
of the internet as long as the full text of the poem, the author's
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