Cinema
She slipped her suitor at the multiplex screening -
The Matrix starring Keanu Reeves -
she plucked her hand from his sweat-shop palm
tore the feathers from his peacock's tail.
Strode out, a smile, he didn't know he was bleeding
then came the hit, a bullet time-freeze;
his fresh-faced aroma is now the stink bomb,
this was a message embedded like Braille.
Don't lock her in like a lost little lamb,
don't even claim that you alone understand
Don't lick your lips and move in for a kiss
or she'll leave you. The pretext? A piss.
Petulant Riskingham
