Being Alive

We went to the cinema

but the film was a ghoul;

Andrew sighed when characters

sighed, even snored

concurrently. In other

scenes he rose to sit on knees

and lean - mischievous boy and bored.

At its core, a family outing

propped like dominos

with popcorn, cola, tea;

no balance in an un-intense

and pointless movie fantasy:

with no emotion moving,

no tension in its plotting.

Around us heads like nodding dogs

in long straight lines. Some people

tried to tunnel something

out of nothing in a stare.

Andrew looks around and smiles with

glee - shouting as we leave

“I loved it. Yes, I loved it”