My Movie

Now after my death,
After Life, After loving
Growing and strife.
JFK sits in his directors
Chair, making my movie.
And as lead role, Jim,
Nearby curiously sits the
Love interest, in some
Metaphorical form, a
Virgin Catholic. The score
Often appears disjointed,
Erratic, and lost. It's some
Psychedelic tune lost in an
Everglade. At the opening
Preview they file in;
John Adams, Spinoza, MLK,
Mr. Dean, a few forgotten movie
Stars, and some poets in between.
Here there are no nationalists,
No politicians, racists, skeptics,
Or lonely lost men. In fact there
Are no men at all, nor any women.
Just you and me with light flooding
The T.V. screen. Watching this
Movie alive, yet maybe a little dead,
And somehow I know how it's
Going to end. With a flash of smoke,
red, and tears cried, but not for me.
For you, yes you; the one watching
The screen with pale blue eyes.