Bad Film

she and he conversing, not cavorting
like she had hoped in the witching hours...

troubled, like his eyesight with the
traffic light show in the pre-dawn hours...

in the wrong hands, this has the
makings for a film that'll sit in the
clearance bin forever and whatever,
amen...

this bad film has it all,
impotence, cancer, surgery,
ostomy and betrayal of
marital vows but muddled
and jumbled so much that the
Chicago power couple would
give it the double down vote...

and the main character would
get the Razzie for lifetime
achievement even though he
starred in one film, his own
autobiography...

but the east-west highway
splits in the Volunteer State
are easier to dissect and decipher
than the split personality that he
appears to possess mentally...

he, she and their spawn live
in a third-world country that
masquerades as a first-world
one, all their problems
wear the same mask...

each of them are unoriginal
stereotypes that already exist
everywhere else, but her comes
the insistence of main
character syndrome...

sexual dysfunction at middle age,
the nihilistic mental state,
the question of love between she and he,
the hundreds of free verse works penned
where the main theme never changes,
the darks tunes that fuel the negative moods,
the rage at the deity that somehow exists and
doesn't at the same time...

basically, what else is new?

the cemetery man blasts holes
through the heads of the undead
and he and his best friend stand
at the edge of the world...

and that muddled mess still flows
better than anything he puts to paper...

and whether or not you live within
the bounds of Durham County,
whether or not the clones of Orphan
Black break new ground in science fiction,
whether or not the masses have their pews
filled with the fallen and depraved,
whether or not the Disney dog that
doesn't talk is actually a planet anymore,
whether or not a fat orange cat could
survive eighty days after being shot...

hot water in hot weather
sounds so very unsound,
and this piece is just bad film
left on the cutting room floor...

proceed to place cigarette burns
in 3...2...1...beep!