Welcome to
the back-lot tour,
a behind the scenes look
at the magic;
come follow me
underground.
Though steam and sulfur surround
you’ll notice, that everything
is a prop: fake, phony,
just a load of crap,
nothing’s quite
as it seems.
Come further!
Let’s take a back-lot tour
of the back-lot,
follow me
lateral, sideways.
Though sound and scent pervade
you’ll glean, that essentially
all matter’s the same:
uncertain, nebulous,
ping-ponging stuff,
imbued with a mind of its own.
Want to go even one step beyond?
Hell yeah, man –
let’s do it!
A peek behind the curtain
of the back-lot of the back-lot:
there’s a room where static builds
like gas, waiting for a spark,
and my favorite uncle is sitting there
saying Carlos,
pull my finger!
© Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 