blockbuster

i dunno, kinda feels like i'm drivin' myself outta town on horseback,
only the the horse is an a*s, and i mean that in
the old-fashioned sense of the world, but i'm no linguist
because i can't talk like an e. e. cummings poem, the ones with all those
parentheses and abrupt indentations and other literary bullshit
like footprints (feetprints?) fading on a shallow trail,
and i know i should give up the hunt because the b*****d got away,
but everyone in the search party keeps their noses to the ground
because they see themselves as leads in a paul greengrass thriller film,
and in movies the bad guy never gets away, never,
so the critics and the fans will crucify this blockbuster
on a leather cross, and i'll just stand behind the camera,
laughing as i think of how this whole mess will look
on the big screen.

Author's Note

The funny thing is, I never think about how these poems will end. I just keep writing until I feel like I've come to an ending.

Reviews

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

The lines about e. e. cummings poems made me smile. It's really interesting how so many of your poems have this same tone of voice, and they're very similar in a lot of ways. Yet they are also different, and each one of them is fascinating in its own right.

[JimmyFlux]

'Feetprints', Cummings, Paul Greengrass thriller... Made me laugh out loud. Fine stuff.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Same here. I write my free verse in the same way. I like this piece, it's almost like a trailer for a movie that you are about to create. I like it as always, Cole.