Tuesday, December 10, 2013

GEE, I WISH I WAS BACK IN THE IMAX—

It's not 
at all!
like 

that—
out here;

the gritty guy
whose
really

tripping—chasing silver

sunsmoke 
through
the tundra—swears

he really 
feels 

as if he
needs a rather—magic pair 

of 
glasses—cutting three,

or
actually, four

dimensions
way down!—

on the glare.