Frame by Frame

Rolling along, what’s up? Speed it up Slow it down Freeze ground Pause this moment Wind skip whip Full stop Ready to drop Enough with the slop Hardened still ready to pop Candy colour celebration Leaves me sitting in contemplation Drink drug dance screw in empty libations Shadows inside encouraging all aberrations Parked in back watching the stagnation How many see the enemy inside? While driftin’ slammin’ the happy ride Roll it, shake it, fake it, placate it, no abide It all be a movie to me see acting outside Frame by frame same game empty dry Sitting the sidelines Annihilating being blind Trying to rhyme Forgetting about time Their “entertainment” to please Really it’s to distract appease Hide any sense of unease Inside voices screaming How many know it, reason? Without shite streaming Fixating on what’s in season You have no idea how much I’m way over done dreaming Seeing so many in its clutch When I sleep I cry out to dead ears Silent solo hardship being a seer Waiting on the film reel reaper Spinning running out of time On so many slaves’ dime What’s the final scene? You decide that see Or are you too busy In a role playing tizzy Addicted to the game Loving your own avatar Thrillhouse rollercoaster bar Indoctrination blocking radar Build back behaved Your reality enslaved To two dimensioned Eat a plethora of pathogens Lip smacking air meat methods Be slappy happy in your cell Shut up about everything else Keep believing buying this spell Riding the rails syncing to hell.

_{All photos taken by Nine with a Pentax digital 35mm camera.}