Marcello Mastroianni in 'La Dolce Vita', 1960 |
This question has always stopped me in my tracks
a poet paused in rumination after rumination, flickering
vignette-d life, old celluloid splashes against a brick alley wall
the staccato sound of a film wheel going round and round
light housing dark projection, find the story veined with you
you see, I would imagine myself super, a court mimic of scene
I would run through all the powers I might want
all the abilities I could use for selfish to selfless reasons
and it occurred to me, I have always wanted to be
young, middle aged or elderly, Marcello Mastroianni ...
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