Tuesday, April 25, 2017

traitors

i just watched 
a movie
about a punk rock
girl in tangier
who must drive
a car carrying drugs
from a small village
in the green
magrheb hills
back down
to tangier
cuz her band
“traitors”
has to buy
studio time
even music time
is money
sometimes
and opium
is a flight
from time
and the car
she drives
moves across
landscapes
that really
encompass centuries
of distance
from fast tangier
to the tall
swaying plant
lands of the
interior
the punk rock girl’s
family's time
in their apartment
is threatened
because they lack
money and her father
spends his time
and loses their money
playing dominoes
in a tin-shuttered room
the punk rock
girl robs a french
man of the money
he gave her for
time in bed
the film is her
gradually
mastering control
of her own mortal
time and when
explorers arrived to
a distant pacific island
and explained
to the native
people what their
pocket watches do
measuring
the divided up portions
of the day and night
the natives laughed
so hard that
they began to cry





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