Poem Revealed by Watching 'Drive' In Reverse

Poem Revealed by Watching ‘Drive’ In Reverse

Note: Ryan Gosling has a gun and I’m sorry

I stole all your tricks

Note: I’m sorry I slipped up, your tricks

something about “truth value” and I saw a bra

with polka-dots I thought I saw it before

Something I Thought I Saw Before: this,

I imagine it within brackets like [ ]—

kind of loathsome, but its funny, I retain

a little crush on odd metal objects

wrenched into space

Grammar: big big love and

credit to structure how

“cut” my man my man my

I’m a surface touching a surface

I’m becoming a surfeit get in

on the ground floor m8

Grandma: I won’t remind you

again it’s death before dishonor my god

like you left your sense of propriety

behind with your mangled arms

Antietam, Carthage, etc. etc.

get in the car grandma go go

I’ve shown you this film already

Structure: reduced and plastered

over irregular objects oh uh and hey

should I wait around for results or

—interjection another ex-lover enacts

‘the assumption of the virgin

unto the UFO’

Assumption: from received space

a body moved from one point

to something other than a point.

I remain fixated on the possibility of ‘a ray.’

continuous music convulsionnaires

others in position with diminished limbs/teeth/go on

sustained physical contact established

in an unfamiliar mode