In My Movie

The movie
is flickering yellow
on the screen

An old onion a mirror
of voided eyes

Thorns shred
the screen

hoary lead-swelled
leaves drop through

swell toward
artificial light

When the filmgoers
know that this is not

the show
they shift

While fifteen
whitetail deer flash green eyes
sing and corvids click their
tongues

Pollen hits the light
and splinters into colord spires

The audience moves to leave
but is met with blackberry
who bar the door

and a talk follows
which has been coming
which few folks wanted
to hear