Intermission, Kansas

Once upon a time in Memphis,
I consumed 300 films a year;
what would I ever have done
in a ghosted town like yours,

silver screens black and silent?
Maybe I would have mired
into misery darker and meaner
than this back-lot set of a town.

What light have you found
past sprocketed faux reality,
behind de-referenced frames
and fifteen-minute reels?

Has this audience suspended,
even lynched, its disbelief?
Or rejected false projections—
walked out in the midst of the show?

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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