[lit-ideas] Re: another Monday Poem

"At the Movies"

Bullets never grazed my side.
Supermodels in torn dungarees
never debased themselves in my office.

I don't even have an office,
or a murderous skinflint tracking me,
his ubiquitous henchmen proposing gunfire
from rendezvous to final car chase fireball.
I don't even own a car.

Although I like this popcorn,
abundant and bland, chewed in the dark,
it cannot make me comply with cinema.
I sat through twenty minutes
of wide-screen commercials for this seat,
soft as a loving giant's hand.

As quick-cut car chase nears fireball,
I glance at my neighbors rapt in flicker.
Are they the licking flames?
Others sneer and throw dynamite.

If it were real it would be a tragedy,
not just a town meeting.





[throwaway '00]

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