Gary Cooper as Leet Hax0r

Cooper coded Windows during lulls on set.
He labored inside a mahogany saloon
enveloped in photonic rage, tock
hair hidden by ten gallons of testosterone - tick.

He liked the lazy takes by dry river wash
when his horse scraped liquid beads from crushed agave
and camera wind whispered secret combinations -
Shift-Esc-7 for a glimpse of Jurado's knickers,
F4-del-enter to manifest the widescreen of death.

Cooper pwned it,
security kept Gates, Jobs, Quaker
corralled, sequestered, sunburnt,
let Coop scoop code that fell from shot glass,
tipped above chiseled chin.

Comments

[Rick]

Anachronistic Tock Tick, Ben-Hur's sneakers.

[Rick]

Just doodling in that last comment.

This is interesting, with it's juxtaposed technologies and modern hero form the black and white era. I just heard an interview with David Lynch about shooting in digital rather than film. This segues with that.

[Birdie]

I heard that same interview. What a strange and brilliant fellow, that Lynch. I had a dream about him a few weeks ago, after I saw a photo of him posing with that cow. He was like a photograph, two-dimensional, him and that damn cow.