Poem-A-Day: Day 185

Expert Sentimental

in some experimental film
I’ve been cast as the lead, wait,
no, not the lead, but the burden
dragging down the seine
through rough waters looking
for that moment
that turns films to masterpieces;
baited masterfully on the hook
and cast out to the sea
so that all patrons will see
the film in its experimental way,
fishing for compliments and quotes:

“Pure drivel.”
– Square Jones, Newspaper Weekly

“I’m not quite sure what just happened.”
– Trip Bullets, Daily Daily Paper

“Absolutely!”
– Peter Journalist, The Paper Edition

the waters scraped for the slurry,
the things that set time in motion
are the tombstones, momentum,
momentous moments on screens
and nets passing through the tides,
and dragging the lake
picking up the quick and dead alike
in the fascination of what it is
to be, and not to be involved;
all involved somehow
or another, cast stones
in something flimsy, expert sentimental.