grw@fortune.UUCP (Glenn Wichman) (01/25/84)
THE LATE SHOW Celluloid flight Past the photons so bright Bouncing into our eyes And our brains Celluloid night Fantasize wrong or right Live through the lies And the pains Celluloid stories surround us at night And they're beamed through the ceilings and floors Celluloid gongs send us reeling in fright But nobody's real at the doors. Celluloid day In white black and grey And red blue and green Through the room Celluloid may Come and save us today From reality seen Through the gloom.