Thursday, July 26, 2018
At It Again
Male Ma Barker lost in Glurtzman Bros
decrepit back-lot
Lady in Red fetches.
Grimy Coke bottles from thirties like
ball bearings under her small feet.
Anyway, time for scene outside dusty
Biograph!
From Wardrobe he had gotten drab
housedress, she her snappy outfit
of strangest red.
Baby Face Nelson collects 10 each,
then calls ACTION!
Then CUT!
“Where’s John?”
“Napping,” guesses actual lady.
But he immediately shows with
7-11 coffee for 4.
Blueberry Muffins.
They share before his capture.
Ma Barker teary-hysterical-cursing at that sad point.
Spectator later points out that she
was never anywhere near.
was never anywhere near.
“Artistic License,” laughs Director Nelson.
“History always spoils things,” Lady
in Red meditates.
“Imagination!” blurts Dillinger. “Keeps
me going!”
“So WHAT? ANYTHING!” scarfs up the
muffin remnants, Ma.Labels: gangster, gangster films, reenactment
Sunday, November 02, 2014
Courtroom
Media Excitement is Absolutely Excitement!
Another Opening, Another Show!
And the gangster is a prankster!
Funny as hell in speech too.
The prosecutor has a list of those he snuffed.
It’s boring.
But then it gets repeated, and our Star has
an appropriate remark for each victim.
Camera people and mike-thrusters go nuts after!
They’re making a movie, too! Bet you didn’t know that!
Labels: gangster, gangster humor, media frenzy, trial
Thursday, January 02, 2014
Heat of Darkness
Hooray For Hollywood
Sam totally black!
Uh uh! they say, bit
of lighter pigment
in all. Try a deep
cave. He dreams of
movie tarts sparked
by the exotic. Real
life results, nil.
Meantime, Curt, so white
as to be abstract, enters
the studio as a star. His
father runs the conglomerate
absorbing it. Extensive
filtration of bland looks and squeak-
y voice pull still further tricks. His
posse of pinks and browns rue-
fully enfold “Midnight Sam.” So they de-
cide one fast evening to paint him
Leonardo DiCaprio’s hue.
But the drugs wear down. Fortunately,
film noir making a comeback, and he
becomes a gangster therein, terror-
izing corn-fed blondes from the interior.
Labels: black, drugs, film noir, gangster, Hollywood, Leonardo DiCaprio
Saturday, October 27, 2012
You, Located
World Series in
City by the Bay so
camera establishes
bridges and water and
plopped in the middle, Rock
of Alcatraz, apprehended
from your gangster flicks
of course, but what if
Alcatraz made
a movie about you?
Your absurd escapes
and suspect modes?
How you and place
interpenetrate?
Often for ill.
I’ll get you into
the laundry, not
the worse gig
but caution!
Always! Shivs
have a way there,
midst the shim-
mering steam and sacks,
of mysteriously finding backs.
World Series in
City by the Bay so
camera establishes
bridges and water and
plopped in the middle, Rock
of Alcatraz, apprehended
from your gangster flicks
of course, but what if
Alcatraz made
a movie about you?
Your absurd escapes
and suspect modes?
How you and place
interpenetrate?
Often for ill.
I’ll get you into
the laundry, not
the worse gig
but caution!
Always! Shivs
have a way there,
midst the shim-
mering steam and sacks,
of mysteriously finding backs.
Labels: Alcatraz, gangster, movie, Rock, San Francisco
Monday, September 13, 2010
Etiquette
Friend hints you're on list so
you go to Feds. They insist
upon solo prolix,
of wide complexity
to square their crated
evidence. Having sung
thus, duly awarded a tract
home in a strange place mid
alien corn. American-Dreaming
neighbors big on Little League.
At old digs, despised:
ratted when, instead,
one for team required.
Labels: gangster, loyalty, witiness relocation
