A changing Brooklyn, part two

I then lost my way.

Lost in the pan handling that was produced from the small piles

of faces fit onto the covers of vhs cases

that made it to the stretched out, wide hanging windows

of a video rental store on 389 Court Street.

Always happy once your attention was grabbed.

Fascinating on the outside

with five shiny stars and ebert says quotes

but empty on the inside

from plot holes that kept on getting bigger and bigger

because people kept on

forgetting to rewind and rewind.

Shame on me.

Set up just as if they were cutlery for kings and queens,

but hiding mind over pain as these moving pictures were caught

Between glass and their inevitable kidnapping

By people who were looking for a night of entertainment.

Only to be discarded again,

they started snapping at any cold skin that passed them by.

All the earnest eyes in stride that passed from right to left

and left to right

never cared to notice the mistreatment on their sun damaged faces..

Some with mouths open, just on the margin of moving.

Words ready to wriggle out

and lure the living in.

Even though I heard their plightful pleas for me

to make a muse of myself in their raw and romantic little worlds

I only ever really took a look at them

when the store closed down.

I felt guilty but it was safe then.