Motions

Images stamped
On translucent black tape,
Rippling on brain waves

The camera rolls, unending

You live—normal—
Fostering fetishes,
Sinning under streetlight
As passerby feint innocence

The camera rolls—

You smoke love
And greedily blow rings
Around what you crave—
Whom you crave

The camera rolls—

You dance,
Hands tight to the pole,
Watching moments mount moments
As others frame you
Into their lives—
Their lenses wide with villainy

No one directs—
The set was thrown
Under your feet

No one cares
That you spoil
Reel after reel
Of precious film
With toxic negligence
—No one cares—
That your camera rolls, unending