BioPic I
Part I
Back to that Patagonian river land,
Where memory starts,
Out of whole, I am cut,
Severed from flow
In flash frames frozen,
Out of Internal
and external streams.
Intertwined and confused,
Fused chimera scenes
Carved and lit at
Extreme angles.
Grotesquely skewed shadows
Warp the installations on the set.
I watch myself in some of the scenes
I am haunting myself.
Separated from birth
By inches at a time,
My body automaton
Roams the world
While the other watches
Frantically trying to
Find the controls.
How do I sleep this body?
How do I complete this connection?
Soldering iron or splicing tape?
Part II
A young man broods
Slumped in a small stuffed chair
Head tilted back, exhausted,
berated by The old man
who accuses him of being a spy
For an opposing team,
While the tables are arranged
for the evening event.
I am not invited.
“Is that all you needed?”
I will work here, but not socialize,
Remembering all that is said and done
Under the sunlit canopy until the stars
Appear one by one.
