IF ONLY (LIFE WERE LIKE AN INDIE MOVIE)

IF ONLY (LIFE WERE LIKE AN INDIE MOVIE)

they put a poet
on reality television

gave him
all of sixty seconds to come up
with a, rhyme

I was not invited
into the studio
did not get
to witness the programme

but I think I am up
to imagining how it must end

the poet
dies (of course)
from loneliness, or whatever,
but that
sixty second poem
gets over its grief

the audience overdosing
on sudden one
night stand leading
to celebrity
and Hollywood happily ever after

serious sugary white
powder hit that elevates
so high no one
is, ever going to recover from

underpinning
that great existential truth
bringing it
down from the mountain

that
nowhere in this script
is there provision for
found soulmates
riding
off bareback,
without saddle. into the sunset

life being
mere rehearsal for what
gets shot for the big screen

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