I write poems inspired by movies

1993
COLD ENGINE
Old data
stands guard over the present that my guilt gives
Tin foil
starts peeling from the helmet where my head lives
Ice water
to cool the sins they don’t forgive
This author
sneaks jokes into the places where the plot sits
Snap punchline
has been designed in ways to give my heart fits
Ghost writer
just never knows when he should quit
Rust orange
in small freckles dotting where the water set
Round rivets
for sealing up the seams at where the lines met
Warm thunder
the kind of roar you don’t forget