screen dump 333 by tjc123

Screen Dump 333

This way or no way.
- David Bowie, Lazarus

Tell-tale hearts tell all on morning talk shows
slotted with errant knights and distressed damsels . . .
wakeup calls . . . ignored . . .
Mavens . . . encrusted with sobriquets
enter roundabouts at speeds
unsafe for Bollywood trailers . . .
and you . . . without reprieve . . .
reminisce through the third chapter and beyond . . .
plotlines folded into money belts . . .
The absurd drama . . . at one remove . . .
anthologized . . .
repeated . . . repealed . . . for the better? . . .
What does this tell you? . . .
about him . . . about her . . . about him and her? . . .
About Eleanor Rigby? . . .
Where do they all come from? . . .
upstaging the Simon and Garfunkels of the millennium . . .
bookended . . . whispering in our ears . . .
anguishing over troubled water . . .
storefronts retrofitted for the now . . .
the without . . . and then some . . .
thinking back wistfully . . .
for however long it takes . . . to count out the coins
and assume the role of lead . . .
The deadline passed . . .
The language poets of Abyssinia . . . silenced . . .
demand a recount . . .
while shooters . . . at 20 paces . . .
with chips in their brains . . . and chips on their shoulders . . .
randomize death . . .
Like Bowie's Lazarus . . . Everybody knows me now . . .