16 January 2010

Poem For A Saturday Night

Cut From The Latest Blockbuster
by Constance Brewer

In action movies there's always a scene
or three where the hero transcends space
time in slow motion while chaos reigns.
A multi-car crash, daring leap through
plate window, escape from bomb burst.
Shattered glass twirls in lazy circles,
suspended by cinematographic deception.
Light flares, swells and fades in lethargic
splendor while explosions flame high in
languid commiseration. The hero's mind
races ahead, jolted from normal stupor
to frantic thought. How do I get myself
out of this mess? The audience anticipates
survival, even as our champion doubts.

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