I watch
Movies
From
The
Thirties,
The
Titles
In
Chalk,
The
Prints
Slightly
Dirtied.
Fast
Talk,
Tight
Scripts,
One
Liners
Ripped,
And
Sentiment
Dripped.
Cocky
Us,
Back
Then,
Confident,
Sure
To
Win,
All
Visible
Again.
Beating
The
Odds,
Getting
The
Gold.
No
Chance
Of
Defeat,
Or
Of
Growing
Old.
A
Whole
World
Waits,
Lost
In
The
Time
Between,
Flattened
On
A
Magic
Screen,
Captured,
To
Once
More
Be
Seen.