Tuesday Poem: "Telempathy"

Hollywood wouldn’t last five minutes

if an actor said:

“Darling, we’re so wrong for each other.”

But my avant-garde emotions

never scripted good sense.

It’s all experiment and instinct,

fiercely independent of the studio system.

Logic never bankrolled my heart.

“Quiet on the set!”

Cue sound: English modern black soul-R’n’B hybrid.

Roll film and “Action!”

Man driving alone

through Taranaki sharp frosted glass night

trying to enter the dreams

of a woman who sleeps

somewhere in this city.

She has told him there’s no profit in pursuit,

but she might just as well

tell a dog not to have fleas.

He cannot stop

thinking about her.

POET'S NOTES: Apologies to the readers and my fellow Tuesday Poets for the late posting, but I've just returned from helping out with a week-long camp for the Christchurch Boys Choir in Nelson. The choir, of which my youngest son is a member, are a treble voice choir and they did several performances in Nelson all of which were exceptionally well received. They even scored a photo and article on page two of the Nelson Mail.

Also, it's school holidays. But here it is, better late than never. I hope you've already been enjoying the many wonderful poems posted by my fellow Tuesday Poets.