stick trees hula
in desert waves					ursula used to dance
57 fairlane
two tone white blue
nosed into heat brown grass
one silver dash knob
to flame my camels
its a movie
the car
in a movie		not me
an actor
	one of us
	suspending disbelief			she reads
						on the sofa
						one bra strap
						looped down
			I'm not there for her	in her book
electrode-shot
wart lizard
roto eye balls
phosphorescent pink
bug flicker tongue
hisses surround sound
cannot sense the ford
or the stilled actor
nursing his final smoke
no scents in a movie
not even a movie
a video: movie w/ears cut off
it's a system
of flash & noise	a lifetime pastime
			for my settlement (ten weeks pay)
a wall of knobs		the tattooed teen
			who crams it all
			into my blood warm
			basement living centre
			after an hour
	he says
	this is as real
	as it gets	I think Peggy Lee
			sup rum & coke
			lift the bowl of
			orville's little explosions
			from my lap		ursula in her world
						turns a page
						doesn't see me
			head to the kitchen
			the drawer		beside the sink
			where we keep		
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