Film

is thin

Thinning like my lost father’s hair

 

Film is revolution

Rotating around my index

 

Film is portraying

On the wall in white

 

Film is a pornographic documentary

Of Presidential lies and palace steps

Railroads and Wildebeests

Plant growth and boxing matches

 

Radio is a recording

From my history

To this present day

 

A tune to the lips of a dancer

And the horror which brings back memories

 

Radio you can’t hear

When fucked in the brain

Nor films to be played

But better than Ra-Dio

Ra-Dio

 

Radio I can hear it

But it’s not me

It’s not me hearing it

Just the audience

As I try to escape from the toilet flushes

 

 

 

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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