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At the Movies

Why can't he shut up for once?
Why is it just when the action is getting good
I sit forward in my seat, all muscles near locking from excitement
Straining my ear to catch every nuance and inflection
Every unraveling of the excellent plot
Ignoring the phone tugging at my pocket for affection
That this...this APE decides to shamelessly rattle off
Each and every part of the movie we are seeing now
And he saw last week?
Do I NEED to know who the informer for the mafia is?
YES!
Do I need to know it from you, oracle of the retarded?
NO!
Knowledge, like food, is much better obtained and digested alone
I would much rather struggle with the fragile spoon
Given to me deliberately by the director
To impair my meal until it is almost time to leave the table
Than sit here in this chair and have fact after disgraceful fact
Stuffed into my unwilling ear by this (obviously drunk) man
Sitting in the front row!
Here we go, he's bein silent, the climax of the movie...phone! argh!
Shush, girl, Im trying to watch a movie!
...Well ,maybe the time for communication isnt the last 5 minutes of the film!
...See you later too! Goodbye!
Staving off that distraction, the final conclusion blossoms before my eyes
A lily in full bloom, making my eyes open and water in disbelief...
Then up comes Mr Siskel & Ebert announcing loudly
All the "obvious" things leading to this fact
And how his wife looks better than the lead actress...
Petals fall in sunburned ruin as my rage pushes me out of my seat.
Another evening ruined, I think leaving the theater.
And yet I think, cant beat them,or beat them up, join them!
I look for a premiere for a new movie
Inwardly laughing at the prospect of being 'the bad guy.'



Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2006-11-23 at 10:31

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