Picturedrome

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Celluloid dreams, electric sheep,

Talkies from the 40s,

Silent movie nostalgia,

Art imitating life.

Curtains peeling, revealing

an MGM lion roaring,

a Universal globe spinning,

RKO pictures, bygone times.

I sit and see:

Jimmy Stewart, running, shouting,

in Bedford Falls snow,

Di Caprio in hold,

arms outstretched, cruising, flying.

I see:

Rain falling, crying, gushing,

through a gargoyle’s mouth,

Roy Batty lying, dying,

time to die.

I see:

Marilyn’s skirt blowing

above a subway grate,

Chief Brody’s cigarette,

need of a bigger boat.

I see:

James Dean, Humphrey Bogart,

Casablanca, East of Eden,

Ridley Scott, Francis Ford Coppolo,

Droogs and Dracula reimagined.

As the closing credits

roll once more,

I go home to

dream a neon-lit soliloquy.