We are God’s Infidels driving
to Pecanland Mall
on Sunday morning (everyone’s in church)
to see the new blockbuster,
Star Trek into Darkness, purchase tickets,
wait inside an abandoned food court,
eerie as a Klingon vessel.
Only a small group
in brown plastic chairs, a couple
whose two sons
have anointed their crew-cuts,
turquoise and orange spikes
on Sunday in Pecanland
waiting in front of the Gourmet
Chinese Express and Yummy Japan
fast-food stalls,
an alien hallway
of arcade shoot-em-ups,
don’t redeem points here,
wait for the full conversion
experience inside a movie theater,
Kirk and Spock take
a wild ride
through a space
time continuum,
orbiting way out there
as the turquoise and orange
kids hold on tight to their gameboys.
The prime directive.
It’s gonna be a long ride.
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I find the wrings artful, full of images and sounds, thoughts and feelings, direction, flow, light, shadow, and temperature. It is hard not to be reminded of the best of the Taoest tales that both illuminate and edify one.
Thanks, Paul! Talk soon.
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