And so we are seated,
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might in mass and the glowing darkness
dim lights and feverish
teem along the anticipation and coming attractions
muttering stupidity deliberates:
"Oh the abnormality of the weather lately..."
"Sun in June, would you believe!"
distractions of every sort, retort, then hide
the audience awaits in butter-flavoured anticipation
greasy finger-tips lick
compulsive mastication and violence
screen through the fening audience
at the mass(ive) silence
then the lights darken
you can feel it, oh you can really feel it...
That collective hush and rush of silence
That Big Voice
That impenetrable, decibel-shaking!
That grotesquely-stretched screen
that stifles every yammering and stammering
voice in the crowd
all lights fade
except for what lies before you, and that ONE
that says EXIT
That one, last, fail safe
the rejection seat
the de-selection key
the free and painless surprise
to ease your patient eyes
stumbling and fumbling over popcorn legs and cola feet,
escape that last crushing mid-row seat
flee the drowning fleet
down the murmuring column then ou.........