Two Directors

Walter is an old man. Walter is a camera man.




Walter: Whats total crap about the story of the two directors everybody keeps talking about is that I was there. Yeah, I saw that shit back in my day. I worked for a temp agency that sent me to Walgen Icons and I kept a job there hired on as a permanent for about three years then I too also worked for a the other guys, Dignett Pictures, too. The beginning parts are true, I have no issues there. They met in school back in their days together at the start. Thats when they were more friends than anything those days. And Mr. Alden, the guy who ended up getting billions working for Walgen making crap movies, he was one of the stars. And Mr. Diret, the hippie indie director guy, he was the other. They totally went their separate ways after school. Alden played his money, he bought his own studio, he found where the money was, he pimped it. Diret, on the other hand, stayed a director worked years to find his audience, kept things artsy you know? Well they had a rivalry of course because thats what comes with power, is this 50% of it is defense of it ordeal. Power sucks, I know, I watched it. And in that rivalry the two men wanted to show off to the other that they could make more happen in all the places, not just their own. So Alden opens a little side-studio for indie films and Diret gets picked up by a different mega-studio to make summer blockbusters for a while. Yeah, they both did good, sure, okay. A little ‘Parent-Trap’ switch theme, very inspiring. They rekindle their friendship. But this is where I have a problem.
They didn’t just rekindle their friendship. I mean to say it wasn’t just them. See the women they were with when they met for dinner the first time after all of this, actually, they were the ones who did the fixing. See Alden was married to his wife who had Bi Polar disorder. And Diret had a teenage daughter who had Borderline Personality Disorder, which is very similar I hear. Anyway, the two women were able to help one another. They connected in a way. And they both helped each other realize, is the thing, that their disorders had come from the lifestyles of their men, and the styles of the movies they made.
Mr. Alden’s wife was overwhelmed by the pressure she felt from all that stifled sort of life she was leading always looking good for the cameras and all of that rich bullshit. And the Diret girl was always worried so much with living her centered energies and dramatic truths and all that other bullshit that she was never allowed to just relax and say fuck it, you know?
Anyway it was a beautiful story to watch. They started meeting on the sets until eventually it was a known thing. They were friends in this weird Thelma and Louise Romeo and Juliet kind of motif. Anyway thats what kills me. Its not really public talk, I know they’d do some disrespectful lesbian cougar homophobic thing on it or something. But we watched it. We knew. We saw. It was those two that really made the story for me. Its just crap sometimes that this story seems so stupid and easy to people who have no idea. No idea.

June

This night air
Has a breaking light
Through the clouds
Purple like in comic books
Across the light blue sky
Starless from the city
But lit up just the same
By a full
Yellow moon
This warm night air
Has a firework
In a suburb
On a summer’s night
No where near the 4th of July
Just one
Just one little defiance, no biggy
But accidentally perfect in its straight shot
Straight up
And perfectly round
Like a disco ball
In a gay club
Somewhere else
On this warm night


I spoke to her about the things we’ve missed
Since she moved to Arizona
I cut my hand in Turks & Cacos
I went into the water anyway with a plastic glove and some band aids
I should’ve gotten stitches
But I’m an addict
To the water
I spoke to her and remembered what I told myself I’d do when I first met her
I would be on her level
I would make the changes
I would come back from countries
Like the Congo
Or Laos
Or other places Missouri people never speak of
And have stories like this
Of bravery
And life
My friends are moving out of the country
So thats why I spent this weekend with them
Her friends are from everywhere
And because she is here
I am everywhere
But I’d better get started being there on my own
I know
Because this one flies on the breeze
And chases the moon
Around the sky

And where will it be that you go
This next time you leave my side in our bed
Called to your work in the countries I cannot fathom going to
Where will it take you
How long will you be gone
When will you leave
What kind of day will it be
It hurts only all the more because you’ve got no choice
And what you do helps the world
And you will miss me I know
It only hurts more that you will also count days
In the back of my mind it lives
This looming cloud in time
Working its way towards me
As I listen to stories from friends
Of trips around the world
And I smile
It is there in the pit of my stomach
This knowing I will soon long for you
But I feel the breezes
Alive on the night
While I whisper reassurances
I feel your touch in the night

But I watch her smile while she’s laughing
And I think that she is a lot like me, too
I notice her forgetful moments
As she tells me a story
Within a story
With such enthusiam
That I share
And I know that my path hasn’t strayed
Ever
So far that I cannot get back to what it is
That isn’t yet
But still very much is an is

In the boggy humidity of the night
There is a certain sense of water
Like being under the ocean
Suspended half way down
Watching jellyfish light up
In a chorus all around you
But the jellyfish are lightning bugs
And the ocean is inside you
And while you may feel heavy
The water starts to slosh
And you just ride the waves.