Biography

In middle of the journey of our days
I spoke so much of woulda coulda should—
Of art made naught, for I had lost my ways.
And yet! Of movies that I thought were good
And those I felt were wild and terrible:
I could speak clear, describe 'twas 'neath the hood.
No bitterness, 'tis death. So I would tell
What movies, media, interesting I found,
Of Heavenly and like of Hell,
And Purgatorial. Thus I was bound.