Geese sail close to me
overhead close
to eachother
sailing simultaneous
over the parking lot
AMC Cantera 30 Cine
still cool Illinois off
east west tollway evening
and the lot's light
light from cars and the sprawling
multi-plex, more moving
on me
than I on it I mean
a Mecca connected to
motion, the constant
intersection, metal flesh

And when I go to the movies I wonder if I can
sit through the movie at all
and not because of bad movies
because all movies are good
they have to be good

but there are the movies
and there is
AMC Cantera 30 Mecca
no bad seats
all movies are good

I'm alone
in the Mecca
alone driving
alone as geese sail
overhead alone as I
move upon, am moved upon
buy a single ticket
find my seat

there are seats of cement in front
of the Mecca AMC Cantera 30
an expanse of streetlight and cement and space
blank, lit
I couldn't simply
walk across
something that bare and wide
exposes you, places
your skin on sheets
of silver
and you walk with
the streetlight, cement
and notebook
and pen

and no one
else is alone
no one

on a map
there are endless
intersections black
lines and space
in between intersections
and I seem
between
all these intersections
the black space on a map
where focus falls away
and all intersects
but means less
and less, fall
from silent eyes
fall from eyes
that creep across
each other
husbands lost
in the cleavage of wives
wives lost in the dull shine
of their children, lost
shining
all soon lost
in each movie
and all of the movies
are good
have to be good.