Watching blockbusters is like floating in the dead sea

and to promote the basest of our culture with my hard collected nickels ensures

that they will perpetuate from their own selves like a sucking serpent

posed in a spiral, but I love it so, sometimes.  Guiltless joy is a great thing

hard to come by these days in the pit with the fire raining

on the heads of us bloody contestants, so maybe some sedative

is okay just to treat this moment’s darkness like a lantern

but a candle comes, dim and distant, elsewhere.  One thing is always exemplum

for all things, the statue in the corner

is a broken and slurping decay of the old clock tower

memorial plaque for the unknown, victims and left behind’s remember

the date if they’re alive and most of them aren’t

but those remaining can’t count their losses

on all fingers, so go to the movie, it got pretty good reviews.