I have to say, I really appreciate your mindfulness and dedication to detail. You find something to say about every cellular nuance...this intrigues me. You are such a Buddhist in your expression. You are truly connecting with every molecular structure you see (or don't see). You are such a delight to read, you get me thinking about not thinking...just being with our experiences. You find beauty in such surprising places. Nicely done, my friend...
The title here, I believe, has not a strong association to the piece, except for perhaps the zapruder film could be an apt metaphor for what is going on between the two characters.
In fact, if I reach a little further, it could be stated that the zapruder film is just every bit of a fantasy as unicorns or tribes of lightbulb eaters. see, I wasn't even that concerned about the title until I saw that you bothered to add that clip image...making me suppose maybe the title was important...
ah, know what, screw it. I liked this regardless or associations to camelot, conspiracy or otherwise. your images are vibrant without crossing the line into exploitative. also, you present the absence of logic in a very orderly and sensical fashion, ala Lewis Carroll or better yet Douglas Adams.
I have to watch the film to fully appreciate this, but I marvel at the explosive way you handle words, bursting them onto the page. Just one point...where can I find the film?
the arrangement of tiny explosions in image play are as wickedly framed and agonizing as the film in the title~ back and forth and outside round the mild innocence to the penetrating slice~ your unique ability to transform/translate the diorama of perceptions in your original tapestry and offer it comprehensible and weeping some extraordinary and new emotional mind fluid is extraordinary~
I think I might learn something from you. You don't leave any subject matter untouched. Nothing is off limits to you. I think when writing it's easy to get wrapped up with what's considered to be acceptable in both subject matter and thought. You write sweet...but remind us all that there is still flesh and bone when these emotions cut deep.
You always manage to find poetry in the strangest of places:) I like this one. I like the contrast between mundane conversation and mad thoughts and i love the ending :)
your writing always slightly off the wall this poem is full of contrast, 'sewer pipes' and 'a slice of liver' give way to all the relief of the clocks going back. its always good to compromise :)