Nothing Suspicious Here...Move Along...
Sorry, I'm wired about a new project thing and the return of my creativity after the weekend. Hence my mult-posts.
Anyway, and old poem--which I usually suck at-- first posted here well over a year ago.
HEDORAH
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It was
Godzilla
vs.
The Smog Monster
vs.
Brian.
In a hotel, in a strange city, on a show-choir trip,
two adolescent urges at war.
On the television, The Smog Monster attacked innocents
Acid burning them to bleached bones.
In the room, I try to decide if Brian is too 'cool'
For me.
If what happened before, my loss of innocence
Had merely been a small town convenience for him.
I once made the mistake, when several others commented
about a girl,
Of saying,
"Well, Brian likes boys, too."
I thought this was normal.
I saw no reason to be shy.
He winced, and raised his finger to his lips,
Shhhhhhhhh.
And so, in my head, giant monsters battle Brian.
Which do I want to see more?
When he leaves the room, will I follow him
or the plot?
In the end, I did not pay enough attention to either.
I missed most of the movie.
I missed most of Brian.
Years later I read about the making of the film in a book.
It was a product of the times, full of '60's madness,
a heavy-handed environmental message, and it dripped
with psychedelic imagery.
Go-go dancing.
Bumbling military men.
Political commentary.
A cult hit.
I remember none of this.
Lesson learned.
I will rent the movie.
I will watch the movie.
And as I watch it, I will repeat to myself:
Boys come and go.
Giant Monsters are forever.
Addendum: I have bought it...but have yet watch it.
b
Anyway, and old poem--which I usually suck at-- first posted here well over a year ago.
HEDORAH
=======
It was
Godzilla
vs.
The Smog Monster
vs.
Brian.
In a hotel, in a strange city, on a show-choir trip,
two adolescent urges at war.
On the television, The Smog Monster attacked innocents
Acid burning them to bleached bones.
In the room, I try to decide if Brian is too 'cool'
For me.
If what happened before, my loss of innocence
Had merely been a small town convenience for him.
I once made the mistake, when several others commented
about a girl,
Of saying,
"Well, Brian likes boys, too."
I thought this was normal.
I saw no reason to be shy.
He winced, and raised his finger to his lips,
Shhhhhhhhh.
And so, in my head, giant monsters battle Brian.
Which do I want to see more?
When he leaves the room, will I follow him
or the plot?
In the end, I did not pay enough attention to either.
I missed most of the movie.
I missed most of Brian.
Years later I read about the making of the film in a book.
It was a product of the times, full of '60's madness,
a heavy-handed environmental message, and it dripped
with psychedelic imagery.
Go-go dancing.
Bumbling military men.
Political commentary.
A cult hit.
I remember none of this.
Lesson learned.
I will rent the movie.
I will watch the movie.
And as I watch it, I will repeat to myself:
Boys come and go.
Giant Monsters are forever.
Addendum: I have bought it...but have yet watch it.
b