His Will Loss (in the USA)

Here are two poems inspired by the sign on my now abandoned local cinema. I created two titles from this sign.

It reads as follows; T(HIS) SITE(W IL)IC (LOS)E ONDE C6 JO (IN)(USA) T OUE W(CINEMA) (IN)S I (DE T)HE QUAY S

Oh great decadent vision of a dream magnificent. Back-handed, loaded with significance.

In hock to the promises of Henry Ford, still handing out the raw deal. Enter stage right a trumped up monstrosity.

Oh howl for the loss of his will

a testament to his hopes crushed.

Oh howl for the loss of Jack’s epic highways.

He moved there with a suitcase full of golden prophesy. Notebook teeming with words, shattered expectations and half mumbled philosophy.

His soul lost

Cracked parking lots

His will loss in the USA.

Cinema in Debt

Cinema in debt to something gone but not forgotten.

Elliott flew across the screen straight into my imagination. Captured a feeling never surrendered, magic in a lightning shaped bottle. Shook up and fizzy.

Are my eyes weary from age and cynicism or are the pictures on the screen no longer physical. Rendered passionless by computer graphics, leaving audiences no longer quizzical.

Cinema paying back mortgage payments to Spielberg and Lucas, Kings of the drive-thru. Now abandoned on dusty empty highways, not reported as there is no journalism.

They awakened the force of a hungry dragon ravenous for franchised commercialism.