shoot first
shoot first
and edit after
unfold the storyline
define the characters
dub whatever’s necessary
to make the dumb dream true
shoot first
then add the music
get the soundtrack woofered to your mind
the sound of wind in leaves for those
who’ve never felt it scrape
their ears before with thin aubade
the sound of one mind’s interstices
intersecting with another’s
and plural plural plural as life
can be objectionable in any work of art
when the mistress is the queen
and every move reveals machine within machine
shoot first
think later because you’ve already thought enough
that’s why you had the camera/gun in hand
and wore boots and camo gear to run
across plains of confusion and desire
thinking it to be existence and for all your
dread of intervention in the here and now
shoot first because
you’re dead and in your movie afterlife
tracks of desert foxes smudge
before their image leaves your eyes
and you are looped and lost