A short film by Heath C Michaels on the Alter channel on YouTube an enjoyable horror thriller that does make you think on life’s realities
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Matopulas (2019) Murder…Power…Deceit
From the city of Liverpool in England , comes a an epic tale from Peter Sinseeya and his studio , featuring a stellar cast that I am proud to be a small part of .
I look at the trailer again and marvel at the depth and scope of the story , a Liverpool fable or dream with deep undercurrents anyway watch the trailer follow Matopulas on all social media and give Peter a follow he will appreciate
Frederico Fellini – Toby Dammit (1968)
gradual decline
defined and documented
blue binding no longer black
posey vest and wrist restraints,
in this bed unable to move
she was selfless in her care
and he so sure of fear,
shifting his backside slightly
legs splinted with sticks,
they had not spoken since
was it love
his mind versed it against
that boiling sensation in his gut
acidic rot sure it would calm,
she believed in the
discernment of spirits
and that sweet ignatian way,
will , desire whatever,
time had no identity any more,
clocks calendar all abandoned burned
ashes to choke his chest
and close his eyes,
she would face the flames one day
of his wrath or something more,
for now his lot
was on this mattress ,
wounded with pride and body
he could not polarize his thoughts
to agree with hers,
all joy had left him
swept away in blood pain and tears,
waiting for the next moment of torture
Carles Torrens – Coming To Town
Kip Kubin – Each Time Again
Matt Spicer – It’s Not Me It’s You (2013)
Spielberg and Jaws
my lungs and the ashes they scatter
boy scout knife
cuts knot of dignity
buried in thin soil
warming under a march sun
a first moth touched skin,
shiver to the marrow,
her anatomy before me to explore,
transparent eyes
cast shadows on high cheekbones,
i am not that sad memory
of your brothers eye
but a rare specimen,
no longer chain smoking
or drinking dark bourbon,
hair dyed blonde under
my fingers made me think of
sails on a 1655 vessel
cast onto an ocean
with crew of silent men,
your face i could borrow
and place as a mask
on that clock in the hall
the one that never expels
the right time only a false line
of narrative,
either my retina is damaged
or i am truly seeing you now,
guess how long you have been lying here,
mind let thought liquify
into a silenced reservoir ,
i made an oath before holding those hands
fingers more suited to beer bottle necks
than a piano’s gentle ivories,
grubs now crawl about us
fat juicy bodies leathery to touch,
a handful wriggling
over us so harrowing,
will we ever return to the bar
where we met or will it be just me,
your thigh humility’s myth
a touch would alert the sky
and rain would fall,
standing aside i look down,
i had possessed with my freak show nature
letting go would be hard,
i could not go further or police would question me,
whispers and a tiny breath
you are on your feet
in my embrace
lips still scarlet not turned blue,
back seat vinyl
tattered blouse and jeans,
a bad trip i explained
drugs have that effect
beguiled and confused
i lifted you back into a relevant world
of love and truth,
the electricity of this terrible road
had ended
into a city of one hundred years
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