Fantasies

I don't know, Dave. It seems that
I'm unable to suspend belief.
Your movie's fun enough, I guess.
The couple's very beautiful. That
Weirdly reedy voice suggests that
Mr. Macho's really gay, but he is
More or less convincing sprawled
Upon the ingenue, who looks a
Bit past seventeen, and hasn't skill
To act as if she cares, or even lusts,
For him. The sex is not sex humans
Have. It's fantasies from magazines
Or locker rooms in junior high. The
Words the woman says, her come-ons,
Never have been heard by me. I don't
Think women say such things, but
Nerdy guys who make up screenplays
For producers who are out of luck keep
Hoping that they will. It's harmless,
Right? It's titillating. Yeah, I guess.
I don't know, Dave. My mind is focused
On someone, who's real, and not like
That one there, though her affection
For me's only evident when I
Suspend belief.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-05 at 00:59

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