The prompt for today was Landmark--real, small, imaginary.
I chose Warhol's factory as a cultural/art landmark. Some of this I like and no doubt will return to edit the later bits. Tighten up the form, if I can, etc.
The Factory
How the films unspool and unspool
and fall like wet spaghetti at his feet,
his dainty feet…like they crawled off some Christmas elf
and got stranded on his stumps.
And Candy’s eats the air like a heavy hail coming ‘cross a field
and Joe and Holly and Jackie
crunch pills and silver pies
and everyone waits for a fat silence to spread,
but there is only gossip and pick-up lines
and endless soapy singing,
and thick branches of smoke,
and so many promises
and too many people loving all alone.
Soon the sun will swallow everyone up.
Where did the girls go? Where is the phone?
And who will clean all of this up?
And the parties end like they begin:
phone in the hand of a mirror man,
hot cigarettes on the lips of beautiful,
like wicks on rail yard dynamite sticks.
I chose Warhol's factory as a cultural/art landmark. Some of this I like and no doubt will return to edit the later bits. Tighten up the form, if I can, etc.
The Factory
How the films unspool and unspool
and fall like wet spaghetti at his feet,
his dainty feet…like they crawled off some Christmas elf
and got stranded on his stumps.
And Candy’s eats the air like a heavy hail coming ‘cross a field
and Joe and Holly and Jackie
crunch pills and silver pies
and everyone waits for a fat silence to spread,
but there is only gossip and pick-up lines
and endless soapy singing,
and thick branches of smoke,
and so many promises
and too many people loving all alone.
Soon the sun will swallow everyone up.
Where did the girls go? Where is the phone?
And who will clean all of this up?
And the parties end like they begin:
phone in the hand of a mirror man,
hot cigarettes on the lips of beautiful,
like wicks on rail yard dynamite sticks.
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