At the Paramount
My heart is a streak of cloudAcross a moon thatShatters in the lake it lights.It is also this palace withIts pilasters and sconcesPulsing to old music.A Roadmaster ventriclePumps 28 cents per gallonSunsets of greenhouse gasses.A dandelion root airboundFractures courtyard lobbyPavers trod by descendantsOf enslaved AfricansAnd of serfs from GrodnoTo Taiwan with telltaleNames like the blacklistedSympathizers hauntingBalcony and loge.Waiting behind its curtainsThe infinite blank screenGlitters and murmurs.
My heart is a streak of cloud
Across a moon that
Shatters in the lake it lights.
It is also this palace with
Its pilasters and sconces
Pulsing to old music.
A Roadmaster ventricle
Pumps 28 cents per gallon
Sunsets of greenhouse gasses.
A dandelion root airbound
Fractures courtyard lobby
Pavers trod by descendants
Of enslaved Africans
And of serfs from Grodno
To Taiwan with telltale
Names like the blacklisted
Sympathizers haunting
Balcony and loge.
Waiting behind its curtains
The infinite blank screen
Glitters and murmurs.
