26/04/06

1133-1147hrs

From its nest
on a plate of ruffles

the head of Greer Garson
acidly advises Joan Crawford

"we're all that kind
of woman, getting tired

of things we're used to--"
while a dog lamp with a bobbed fringe

throws a grey-scale corona
onto the omnipresent

MGM roaring glowing fire &
then it gets good because

the dolly toward Garson
goes into the news crawl's

comprehension-free swoop
and comes out moving

toward an empty wingchair and
another fireplace before

coming to rest on a copy
of Michener's coffee-table "USA"

on a coffee-table.
Let me put a dime

on the tone arm of
that for you, dad--less

time in the men's room
and more time fishing, less

time squeezing the clock and
more time punching the cilantro--

the "matrix drip"
means that the information

wants to step forward
in a way that suggests the

carefree tinkle of glass beads,
just as the ascending blue

bar pulse Data was "looking"
at yesterday likewise suggests

"time running out"
"breaking news",

a steady trickle of dye
into the watertable,

a lawsuit
reaching back from

ektachrome gullys
to swamp the future--

colour colonizes
this riot footage

with nosegays of rifle fire
& wreaths of red wire.