THE CINEMA – Looking at You
How would you look if you were about to die –
no choice but not to cry?
Where would you place your influences
under the screen lovers gaze?
Would you continue unfazed by
your existence in their eyes?
Would you ask for forgiveness before
the camera lens?
Would you deem it glorious to be there
when it all came to an end?
Would you give your love for the cinema
to the glens of the eyrie
upon which you feasted, the renderer of rabbits
and snakes?
What makes it to you, the right
of all scene-players, to be there
with you?
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 
I’d get the lumps out of my ponytail, smirk, and flip the bird and a peace sign.
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Ha! Great response! I was watching something on Paul Newman and his career on the BBC….and it struck me, it seems mostly actors (the occasional politician) that we get to see every wrinkle of their lives including their last movies and subsequent death. Bearing in mind you cannot cry but a smirk is allowed, you have passed the test and are on your way to stardom! B
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