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Cinema Automatique

        for Apollinaire


the children are either dead

or dancing at the movie theatre


they enjoy their death

these children of vile women

seeming bourgeois with

their imported cigarettes


& Catholic burials

the music is vile

& the nuances of the heart

commenced like barbed wire


the movie was over

& they charged out like Romans

crushing each other

with perfect symmetry

their souls rise out

of my beer glass

with a murmur

like neon.



[Originally published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/thomas_r_peters_jr.html.]