Tags
film, Meta, poem, poetry, postmodern
SCREEN SHOT
I shot you coz
you dumped so much
exposition on top
of me during
your stupid film
I shot you
or rather shot
at you
or rather
shot at your film
because
I figured that
was where
you must be
I aimed at the screen
but you were
neither on screen
nor
in the space behind it
and anyway, real bullets cannot
kill characters, which bad and flat
as the ones
you were throwing at us,
they are
and remain (asI discovered)
just like
myself in this strange arena,
imaginary beings
not
without imagination