Venez Donc

I
Box office-
before your unblinking eye pass
the beautiful boys, teenybopper girls,
fawning couples,
stodgy old bones
and flaccid
faces.
All, come and consume,
your lamplight celluloid strips,
with or without butter
or pricey sundry chips.

Inside-
hang'n, or hiding, hopeful
or hostile, happy to absorb
teasing trailers and finally the feature,
leakage of the Hollywoods-
pandemic 'n panoramic.
The latest digitized
technetronic,
120 minutes
of crafted, distorted,
truths and lies.

II
Box office-
gateway to dreams,
takes and take us in,
to its tables and table
spreads of surrounding-sounds,
multi-screens, filled with screams, jeers,
sneers, snatches of
screen written life-
vignettes of feel good times,
drama and tears.

In scenes and sequels
the repetitive stereotypic
machinations of evil mendacity,
bewildered innocence.
Daily witnessed factual,
across all spectra of
our commercial, corporate,
and hubris lives.

III
Box office-
behind your gaping eyes,
parades a world's
requests to be amused,
troubled wants, seeking
of the wildly new.
And you welcome us.
Quiet voyeurs-
engaged in a ritual
absolution-
worshiping,
before speeding frames of film,
leaving released,
forgiven
our daily sins,
conceits, abuse,
or silent acquiescence.

IV
Box office- Circus Maximus
… come along … citizens.

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