The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari opens with a re-do
of the last scene in The Last Picture Show . . .
the story-within-a-story
about your own Paris, Texas in upstate New York
the unreliable narrator spinning Canterbury Tales
from the looms of Mohawk
with a walk among the clouds
after a Saturday afternoon 25-cent
creature double feature in all three theaters
Mohawk . . . Tryon . . . Rialto
a head-on crash course for clubbing
with inside-outs mimicking trailers
from Alt Cin 516's
visual texture and brooding menace assignment
due Monday . . .
The Creature From the Black Lagoon
teases Freud's Civilization and Its Discontents
bemoaning the convenience therein
for backseat drivers into and out of the City
excepting those staying after for extra credit . . .
the morning after coffee
from the corner Dunkin'
comparing notes and how-to's
using the Law of Small Numbers
to randomize call-backs . . .
The fun-filled auditions were indeed fun-filled
yet when the real runway called
you ran away with your Regents Review 2.0
mouthed the words that fell out
and tried to adapt to Ivy Leaguers . . .
the groves of academe morphing into the graves
with a segue to a second tour in Viet Nam
taking a shrapnel while on reconnaissance
dying 35 years later at 57 without a memory of a parade
because there were none . . .
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