small town cinema
a song
connected
to an image(s)
a person drained
of capacity
looking up a pedestal
A poet vs the other:
the other is a toxic
slurry of
color
while the poet
is just a receptacle
calm choke hold,
a strong hand.
there's no-one to breathe,
the air-con's
turned off
for both profit
and
conservation
the show’s over
and it smells
of popcorn
that couldn’t
go anywhere,
droppings
of cheap
entertainment