Celluloid images flicker against our eyes
who needs to go anywhere when we can
bend ourselves into soft angles eat popcorn
milk duds twists of red licorice sticks suck
soda from small buckets of ice while the earth
stands still for one day and the eagle lands
the Titanic sinks and Elizabeth Taylor keeps
yelling at Richard Burton after one too many
cry the vicarious! says the madding crowd
while sands fill the pharaohs tomb like water
the Vikings' plunder nested 'round the king
floats out to sea on fire on fire
we follow the force as the heroes and heroines
dance and die on our delicate rods retinae
the curvature of our lens clouds over
with fear hate love grief confusion and
resolution give us this day our beginnings
middles and ends and rolling credits
for points in the star-crossed heavens
indulge in us now and forever just give us
time for a bathroom break the relief
that takes us away from all that war
or salvation but only the bits we won't
miss just remember now how outside
the day is still and filled with cars
quietly waiting to take us home
where we can rest up to return for another
blockbuster keep them coming
while we don't go anywhere
give us another box office hit
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