Hollywood vs. Us
It is as if the movies were more real
Than our own lives and loves might ever be—
Ever. It isn’t right if we don’t feel
It cinematically, if we don’t see
It fraught in DVDs. A passion known
In Queens or Slough, a paltry murder in
Some Titusville, removed far from a throne,
Just ain’t as thick as celluloid sin.
Excitement from our children’s birthday game
Is not as valid as a Rambo rage.
We think our daily round is quite as tame
As turning a Better Housekeeping page.
Come, help me cast Walt Disney in the fire
And scorch me in our bedroom’s bright desire.