Bloody Hollywood, don’t fall for the
themes – watch the damn characters;
as if it explains anything! But we see
what we’re meant to believe, miasmic
hodge podge, tosspots of rehearsed
innuendo, the meaning of trite – now
there’s a thing, fancy understanding
what commonplace actually means!
We’re supposed to be the same – or
am I being naive? Asking, “Is that me?”
estranges all versions of the urbane
and credible; manifestly it isn’t the
least like anything you’d ever imagine
unless you’re already lost to the plot...
© 23 June 2011, I. D. Carswell