. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Untitled Movie Theater Lobby Poem

Another from the Regal Series... This one is about a young couple and there interactions in the quiet lobby as I watched them from behind the cash register...

The child sits happily
and munches on his chips.
Do you love him for his young moustache?
Do you love him for his pride –
his experience with the cinema?
Do you love him for the level of “geek”
he has fallen to?
Do you love him for the subject
of the conversations you have with him –
those insanely boring moments of dialogue he enjoys
and you loathe?
No, you do not love him at all –
you wish those chips were poison.


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