Imagine being a boy
But not quite a boy
That transition stage
Of adolensence when
You are not man but not
Boy
Imagine being a man
But not quite a man
That transition stage
Of adolensence when
You are not boy but not
Man
My brother, my sweet
Sweet brother once said
I don't see a man, when
I was that moment
Between
It sticks with you, those
Words
I've been thinking about this for a few
Hours
My sternum turned to bone
All of a sudden
I knew a cat
With a similar
Condition
Sternum protruding
From his furry
Chest
The vet said
It was noting to
Worry
About
But I worried
And I am
Worried
This is let me take a minute let me take a break
This is how we or do we take a break or can we
Are you sure we can or this is how we do or are
Are are are are are you are you are you are you
Over
Take a break
Rivers wash away
Carrying our shit
To who knows where
But who knows, knows
Where
There must have been
Some first human, bedecked
In naked who realized this
As he watched his shit
Float
This was supposed to be
Pretty. This was supposed
To make me think of green
And leafy things, so strong
Crisp
Snapping against our legs
As we break the grass before
Us working so hard to reach
The shore where we can
Shit
Scene opens on ROBOT running
Away, across a grey, meteor-pitted
Landscape
It is Ganymede, so there are flashes
Of green and blue and red in the grey
Ash
But mostly it is grey which makes it
Difficult to perceive ROBOT who is
Running
Away cross the screen, over the jagged
Pitted surface of a desolate moon of
Jupiter
The planet looms high in the black inky
Sky--washed out and pale since this was the
Fifities
But actually probably more accurate than
Our oversaturated present, with its wandering
Robots
Who are, technically, also running away
Without legs, of course, but with outlandish
Speed
ROBOT is running away from something
He may not even remember, since his memory
Banks
Are full of pain and suffering of some kind
Inflicted on him on Ganymede by those who
Love
But ultimately hate him. So he runs; he runs
And he is most assuredly crafted in metal to be
Male
He runs, this ROBOT with pencil thin legs
Radio head with yellow blinking light and
Antennae
And the scene fades as he runs, now a tiny
Glistering speck of metal against a vast, vast
Grey
It is 1975
A solo dog runs across
Scene
Panning back
The camera reveals
Wreckage
Two cars have
Collided, 70's
Cars
Big boxy beasts
With lots of plastic
Wood
And chrome, plastic
Chrome for miles and
Miles
Slumped over the
Wheel of one is Lucille
Ball
She was drunk, of course
Having just Tonight
Showed
In the day, because day
Filming and day
Drinking
And you would go to
A doctor and be offered
Scotch
The other driver is
Groucho escaping his
Abuser
70's TV comedy
Ensues with biopic
Pathos
