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.