Thursday, May 7, 2015
Every time it 1959-rains, teachers herd
jr. high kids into a High Noon auditorium.
Black 'n white Cooper and Grace Kelly...
train station, dust, and a gunfight street.
Weightlessness of autumn rain's whisper
on urban-cropped grass, no cattle for miles.
You have no concept of lovers-'n-ulcers.
The film always picks up at the last place
it was turned off... a dizziness of time.
Years pass before you can spell Prostate,
but it kills strong-'n-silent Marshal Kane.
With decades you can become your own double,
disappear into your own no-hero dumb stunts...
no snowy-mountain likeness to Cooper.