Outside on the marquis
it shines ~
your name in lights!
How I longed to sit inside
absorbed in fantasy
far from the toils of daily life,
the dark dreamscape of the hallowed theatre
delaying my own life for a few short hours.
It was my intent to get lost in the projection,
rapt in the story ~ undistracted
by the twisted paparazzi photos
and the flurry of half-truths, indiscriminate,
that seem to rise to the occasion
of your every new debut.
My ticket
was to be my entry into fantasy
time-captured . . . undisturbed
by door knocks or the ringing phone.
Ten dollars for three hours incognito ~
three hours just for me ~ a godsend!
But no . . . that wouldn't be for me
this time . . .
No! You thief!
Not because of paparazzi
not because of smut
but because you had to get
POLITICAL!!! You ass!
And might I add . . . NOT on my side of the fence!
Who needs to know if you're left or right?
You're an icon! A film star, damn it!
You get rich playing make-believe ~
and I have a drawer full of torn tickets to prove it!
Your campaigning with MY MONEY . . .
and now you've stolen my rose-colored glasses!
Joanne Cucinello 2008
I love the free flow of the spoken word, this cast such a light on the reality of life and your ending purge put a smile on my face... nice way of say F__k off... and thanks for ruining the escape i looked foward too... suzi
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed my little rant, Suzi! Thanks for your comment.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the flow of the first stanza, how it complements the black-and-white photo. Reminds me of watching (and the texture of) old films. ;) Cheers.
ReplyDeleteThank you, s.l.,
ReplyDeleteI spent a few moments on your site and truly enjoy your writing too, as well as the spirit. I will return to comment . . .
Joanne, my sister, I can hear your heartbeat and watch your eyes scanning the heavens in every writing. How blessed am I. Love, Judy
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