PRIME TIME

Dreaming in black&white
mixing fate&fantasy
in simple bites
sharp enough to pierce
the daily scramble
with photo-bombs
in public.

Inside my head
the private cinema
eschews sub-titles
favours speech bubbles
and narrator-special
intros in rhythmic sets
to haul us/me
into the dark
with magic lanterns.

All creatures
sing&dance
swim or fly… tell
screaming tales,
bring&buy.
Flash-dance is
the programme
embedded – there is
no possibility
of divorce.