Sunday, January 20, 2013

A Poem by Rex Sexton


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

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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