I go into the very slush of words
Plucking poems in recent movie.
Boy and girl kiss in squishy mud
As in circus feat high in the roof!
We yawn into this slushy movie.
As kiss takes place in stark mud
It was high like a simile’s circus,
One attempted in the top of tent.
The tent is sketchy sky with hole
A chink letting in some starlight.
Tent is very rope bridge balacing
History with movie going’s love.
The bridge undulates like terrain
Like waters about a head in river.
A bridge is like a sword that sells
To feed army to free the country.
A word comes out of a slushpile
A poem for the day from a night.
(after watching a movie “Rangoon”)