Tuesday, 3 July 2012

And a poem in the trad. way - Cinematic Stars

Cinematic Stars

1: Post-Moderist Cinematic Sonnet

I was sitting in an old leather seat, the kind
that bucked if you stood, in the Russell Street
Forum Theatre - above, the cinema's deep blue
and false-star night sky glowed above the fake columns
and empty gargoyles of a paper mache castle, a sky
from an older time of Hop-along Cassidy and Roy Rogers,
later the Forum would become a drum banging,
drunk gathering, bring-'em-all-in! Revival Centre:

Two fake heavens cradling the desperation
of lost souls - looking at the technicolour widescreen
that had seductively appeared after the red curtains
had been drawn up on a winch that sounded like
a well-knowing sigh; the film was rolling but my eyes,
though staring straight ahead, took little in.

2: Lustful Free Verse Idylls

My hand lay on the thigh
of a girl I hardly knew, had met
her that sunny day
on the lazy train in to the city.

My hand, spread itself and clamped down;
a crown of thorns submerged
in a pool of water as deep
as the luminous sky above me.

The heat between us
burned away the last vestiges
of childhood.

Behind us I could hear kisses -
exchanged like the distance bells of bicycles
ringing in the end to the school year.

Out of the corner of my right eye
I was aware that a girl's blouse
was being undone; turned my head
for a moment to catch a glimpse
of a white bra and skin, not as white, beneath.

Later, I heard the sounds
and knew someone had crossed over
and still
my hand lay in the pool, unmoved.

3: blank Blank Verse

Though childhood was deflating
it had yet to be replaced -
the uncomfortably cramped space
in my jeans
seemed to be yelling
it would soon be.

As the film ended, and clothes were adjusted,
and the lights burst the secrets
and sent us all back to adolescence,

I looked at my hand on her blue jean thigh
and saw across the divide of her hidden zip
someone else's hand that also, had not moved.

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