In this kind of movie everything’s jumping.
We move. They move. One scene to the other,
like Bela Lugosi, leaping, then leering.
Right at us; or Dr. Caligari, and his abstract Casket
playing high-jinks with our senses.
Every one of them’s an original, sending flares
to light the landscape, jumping off
tower number one into a sea
of sparklers. How does it feel then
starting something incredible, peering out
at the stars through the prototype
of a telescope, knowing you are going
to meet them: aliens, bright fish energy
creatures with smiles like cheesecake?
So the pictures flash by faster and faster
and there is not even time
to take in one before there’s another.