Automontage

[Todd]

Fun read Leanne! Rhymes and rhythm and some wicked phrasing.

The title makes you read this in quick scene cuts (which with the imagery causes this to be very visual).

Somewhere under yesterday--love this line. What a great way to refer to the buried past. By using under, I take the speaker to be saying that I'm not sure why I feel this way, it's hidden in my subconscious (somewhere), but it is there
your happiness was killing me--again great line, a second line strong enough to be the lead in. This is the setup before the montage. It makes you wonder why someones happiness (or maybe it's the dreadful need to maintain that happiness at the cost of the speaker's own) was killing them.
I heard Jimi Hendrix play
Beethoven’s second symphony
on mandolin with Morrissey
whose aria was heavenly--Now we set up the background music. I like the cultural images, the juxtaposition of it all...again though, this to me is the attached soundtrack.

Someone threw a dead bouquet
a colander of Beaujolais
the trappings of the bourgeoisie
all locked up with a minor key--love the word choices of these fast scene cuts. I also like the subtle trappings and locked combination.

Left of yellow disarray--With all your good lines here it feels weird to me that I like this one so much. Left of yellow disarray just seems wonderfully non-sequitor. The direction, the color, linking it too disarray. It's phrasing like this that strikes me as poetry without being overly clever and self-satisfied (not sure if that makes sense at all)...on a side note though, it did make me condider some elements in the kaolin baths piece and interpret the line a little differently. Poems get more nuanced when you've read an author for a bit
you wandered into Rick’s café--great movie reference
and ordered from the cold buffet
then washed your feet in Sencha tea
your Buddha belly on display
in corpulent discourtesy

Folded into leased esprit--We're back from the montage, and I like the contrast we have the you with the budda belly spilling out all over the place, and the I who has allowed themselves to be folded into themselves. That it is leased esprit makes me think of it being the mask of the moment.
I decreased and stole away--great line
and fallen into liberty--a nice happenstance
I made it over yesterday--and we're back where we started with someone that came to grips with a situation or themselves.

Very enjoyable poem Leanne.

Best,

Todd