by Paul Blaney
The feeling of disappointment,
Ridiculous of course because
I have never met Ms Johansen
And she certainly doesn’t know me.
After disappointment, consolation
The comforting reflection
That these things never last
That a year from now, at most two
(I can be patient)
This obstacle will be cleared from my (our) path.
Which path is that exactly?
The path that brings us together
The chain of coincidences, that’s to say
That one might sketch
(But needn’t really do so)
That will bring dear Scarlett to my arms (bed).
To examine our feelings is to mock ourselves
Disappointment and consolation mock me both.
How is it I have time to harbour
(Unspoken, unseemly, unlikely)
Designs on movie stars?
How should we not aspire to them?
Not stars but gods
They have no life without us
Existing only while we conjure them
(As Europa called her bull)
Dreaming of intercourse with the divine.
#1 by amoebajim on January 4, 2011 - 5:53 pm
This is ace. I love the use of brackets, very wry, witty and just a little bit snide into the bargain. Thanks for sharing it!
#2 by leah on January 8, 2011 - 8:19 pm
A good look into contemporary mythmaking.