A STREETCAR NAMED
DESIRE
I sit in the empty theater, smoking
cigarettes, sipping liquor, which I
can do here since I am, perennially,
an audience of one and won’t annoy
anyone in this old movie house no one
else can enter (why would they bother?)
watching archival films
with unknown
actors – comedies,
tragedies, romances,
mysteries, all magical deliriums like all
flicks shot in cinemascope and
Technicolor.
There we are together, side by side and
holding hands as we enjoy our ride though
life inside the streetcar named desire.
How
young we were! How happy! How
beautiful life
is!
“It’s so
wonderful!” You exclaim.
“Not as wonderful as you
are”
I declaim.
“Nothing is, or ever will be.”
“I love
you.”
“I love
you.”
The reel
breaks. The theater
goes black.
I sip my drink in the
darkness, smoke
cigarettes.
Rex Sexton is a Surrealist painter exhibiting in
Philadelphia and Chicago. His latest book of stories and poems “Night Without
Stars” received 5 stars from ForeWord Clarion Reviews, which commented on the “wild beauty”
and
“joy of
this collection … the prose rabid, people hustling to survive
their circumstances …” Another recent
collection of stories and poems “The Time Hotel” was described by Kirkus Discoveries
as “… a deeply thought-provoking …compelling
reading experience.” His short story
“Holy Night” received an Eric Hoffer Award and was published in Best New Writing
2007. Recent poems
have been published in reviews such as Mobius, The Poetry Magazine, Willow Review, Mother Earth International
and
Edge, recent fiction in Saranac Review, The Long Story, Straylight,
Left Curve, Children, Churches and Daddies, Art Times,
and Foliate Oak.
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