This story is about remembering
Not knowing where you are
or if it’s real
But you can die with a martini in your hand
The girl in pink, skating towards you
has an automatic weapon
behind her back
and this drug will take you to Jesus
if Jesus is a chorus
line of short-skirt nurses
There is too much sun in California
There are other people
in this story
The bride and groom who laughed themselves to death
the boy who lost hope
the pirate soldier, the man with two souls
the porn stars, the family
the whole city
the whole world
This is an apocalypse
in an ice cream truck
Twiddling his fingers
While LA burns
‘He’s going to die,’ says one blonde, sadly
‘There’s nothing we can do,’ says the other
as they dance cheek to cheek
hand in manicured hand
There’s nothing they can do
Credit note:“This is the way the world ends” was first published in Trout 16 and is reproduced here by permission of the author.
Tim says: Helen Rickerby and I have something more in common than being Wellington members of the Tuesday Poets. We like something that, to many, is a subject to be scorned, feared, or ridiculed. We like Richard Kelly’s movie Southland Tales.
Southland Tales, Kelly’s followup to Donnie Darko, was a critical and commercial disaster, a great, sprawling, baffling, infuriating mess of a movie that goes nowhere and everywhere at once. The thing is, though, that it is full of the most wonderful images and concepts. It’s like someone put Andrei Tarkovsky’s soul inside Michael Bay and gave TarkoBay (Baykovsky?) a few mill to go and play with. It’s the postmodern “Heart of Darkness”. It’s nuts. You should see it.
But that’s enough about me … from this raw material, Helen has fashioned another of her marvellous poems inspired by movies.
You can read all the Tuesday Poems on the Tuesday Poem blog – the featured poem is on the centre of the page, and the week’s other poems are linked from the right-hand column.