Movie

I’m making a movie about a great poem

that doesn’t rhyme but itches,

which you can’t tell from anything said

because nobody speaks. People are shown

with pen and pad. Some have clip boards.

Others notebooks. Backs of envelopes, etc.

Anyway, it’s totally fascinating, 184 minutes:

the characters are all good-looking

and they lapse into tears or alternatively

act tough as nails, and they pull faces

appropriate to the attained emotion,

unless they’re resigned, as a few are,

in extremes of sheer intelligence.

Not everyone loves their lives in this.

Some take them, although it’s not shown,

and the audience winds up dabbing its eyes

because this involves all comers.

I may have to work in a car chase.