When mixed with fiction.
It’s a dangerous and bad-tasting
Cocktail.
Films, adverts
Music, novels
Poetry.
The notion that
I am being told what to feel
And so what to think.
The rising Elfman score
At epic moments
The new backs
Of cigarette packets
Words of fiction
Postured as truth
And sadness? Emotion
That a nine year old’s
Drama play could conjure.
And I feel I am that nine year old
Watching the world
Of so many cheap magicians
Pulling the same balding rabbit
From the same old hat
For time immemorial
