to be in motion pictures after the war,
that is what I dream about, life in black and white;
not to be a movie star with sultry eyes and off-the-
shoulder gown, perfect clavicle accentuating
the neck; it’s the other girl, the b-roll girl; with her up-or-down do,
smiling and waving that quick wave,
like royalty fast forward;
the girl who made knee-length,
nipped waist jacket,
freckles,
hats and loafers
look sexier than mini,pinched, crop-ped,
not Photoshopped.
to live in graytones; before America became
obese…with greed, back when being cultured
was okay,
and openly gay, or black with a fair shake, or
a woman with a say, was
the color that shone through,
giving life to the shadow;
to be in motion pictures after the war,
that is what I dream about.
Chasing the buzzards from picking away at the flesh of our dreams is how we keep them colorfully black and white. Dream on!
Buzzards are scary! Thanks for the nightmare. Lol!
Please, don’t be afraid!
And I dream with you, as the pictures created through your words come to life one by one, and I see the woman with a say, the black with fair shake, the openly gay. Everything starts with a dream.
Buzzards are scary! Thanks for the nightmare. Lol!