HOLLYWOOD IS DYING

RPM, onion buns, and Wonton soup,

Pizza, pasta, Lasagna and noodles,

Trips to the front door and back,

never outside.

Counteractive contradistinction,

50 Cent, Apache helipads,

Chrome offencive.

Got Uber on speed-dial,

getting no where fast...

I walk everywhere...less and less every day.

I've got my memory in tact,

and mad bank on my mind.

Co-opting procurement,

in the evanescent guide of their obscurity,

drawing me up from the oblitteration of their mnemonic,

shamans revere the place where magic and science fuse to become myth,

the revolution is always displayed in the mirror of time,

where the absurdity gaps out between presence and possibility.

CIA hit list, ninja paratroopers,

weaponized keyboards.

First put kale and cabbage and chicken breast in pressure cooker,

add bones to deepen texture and flavour of broth,

in a separate sauce pan fry onions, celery and garlic,

cut potatoes and carrots in, and add starch,

Reduce heat and remove lid from pressure cooker,

add egg whites and lemon and the contents of vegetable and spices from frying pan,

curry to flavour, salt and pepper to taste,

add tomato last,

with a side of rice and sweet pepper sauce,

and add a side of avocado.

I watch part of every movie,

I cannot get through them,

I know it's not just me,

Hollywood is dying.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder