MoPoems are brief reviews/recaps of movies.
The Purge: Election Year
And so it is
We invite in murder terrorists but balk at refugees
And trade neighbors for guns
Not that they’d want to stay
The dream, the slice of the pie
It is I who wields the blade that cuts the pie
That carves your eyes
Manic pixie tutu decked out n lit up
Looking up at me like daddy n spittin fUck
Poor ol joe cracking jokes abt his fellow brothers and we all laugh
But then i think, someone could be packing right here and light us up
Screaming under the big screen
So easy and what a perfect movie
They didn’t check the bags i brought, full of sweets for you and me
Aren’t we all purging just sitting here
Like when the insurgents finally make it into the big cathedral where all the one percenters are abt to sacrifice a homeless junkie and im like yea, ya, kill those motherfuckers.
12 Years A Slave
(my first viewing in Hyde Park, in a newly renovated theater.
it was sold out and i felt my whiteness in the dark. so unlike graphite against the white)
(and now, I’m perched on a cozy hill in a town founded shortly before the Revolutionary War that is now a top fall destination)
“i was his favorite”
when exceptionalism brings nothing good
portrait of heavy rocks to the tune of a violin bursting with crickets
my medicine, dug from a field
Solomon Northup.
Say his name.
renders this project a dull, fruitless exercise
and makes sore my couched bottom, my eyes, my o my
wet eyes, turnt ash
Waking Life
when freedom swerves
we realize how crammed we are
