Welcome to my picture house
[my one-fool cinema pit] – see
a screening for free – frames’ll
race through my held centre –
I should wear a grey lab coat –
we can watch tired plots – but
never see equally – we will be
here for an hour ‘til an ending
shot – then take difference off
to report back to quiet others
as we tell of change blindness
& still not know of such – your
catch by Capgras syndrome is
a given [you greet imposters &
B-movie actors in my foyer – a
trauma from seeing too much
becomes your now-normal] – I
show you out [my next punter
stands in his one-man queue]