Once upon a splice

That undeveloped roll of film that is your life
Just waiting for that inevitable cut and splice
Those thoughts bubbling away in the mind
leaking down the organs and spine

pouring into the body more and more with time
Emotions come staunch and buff always stealing
The common sense you usually use for dealing
it´s gone as the body boils into feelings

And those feelings boiling like a winter kitchen
boiling and steaming back into that thought compacter
fermenting and distilling into action firm action
and another clip is added to the spools of film you´ve stacked

Another whole sequence you created half blind
Another week´s worth of gossip neighbor´s idle talk awry
Bad that mind doesn´t mind
Playing that heart like a country girl under big city signs

That film will be developed soon enough
and every event every fight or time you fell in love
will show up for your viewing, no sleeve ace or bluff
so next time the adventure will be less off the cuff

Fingers insert the roll of film
tremble and shut your eyes time eventually kills
always replaying until your body dies
But don´t sit in panic, wait for the splice