Independet Filmmaker

Charlie had a vision,
A circular incision
Into his own mind
Not totally kind
Made a pot of coffee
and then he started coughing
out his vertical lines
That nobody finds
Pan left 'til you see the sun
drowning everyone
in a wide shot
Now we see a family
Chopping down a tree
Or maybe not
And the color ran out of the frame . . .
Fade in to a railroad track
and billowing smokestack
at the sunrise
Now we see a robbery
Watch the robbers flee
Into death's eyes
and the color ran out of the frame . . .