-This Might Be Cinema-
where
-Paul and Jeanne are Nameless-



Banana colored
light burning, framed by iron bars.
A time
piece peek. A telephone
call with false teeth.
a piss colored telephone
call. A creeping
phone wire.

Water damaged walls,
Light turns
submerged.
Broken, draped
mirrors,
fur-
coat,

Paul:    Grab you by the crotch. Tear off your stockings
Fuck you still and standing. Cradle you, swing you
against the shutters. The single curtain light-
ly against our faces.
        Through the blood stained pane
A bacon portrait.
A pain that is addictive,

Jeanne:        And lovely.



This is cinema.
If I kiss you,
that might be cinema.













-travis sehorn-