Ed Co

This is the story of a rich director
Who collected a cupboard of prizes
He was a veteran of film
Who had rejoined the industry
At the zenith of possibility

Despite many liquidations
He found success in China
Where a small segment of genius
Went a long way to forge his return

Largely inarticulate, he hired a spokesperson
to accept his nominations
then cut adrift from the timpani of fame

The last I heard, he had become a monk
on a whiskery greek island
But this may be a ruse
to ensure the privacy needed
for the hatching of ultimate imagination.

Dream Date

Me and Freud canoodling at a ‘B’ movie
cheap and cheesy:
low budget bellicose monsters
coming on to
irritating screamers.

Intermission
bang central between two parts
of three halves
we laugh and simulate legging it
to the foyer
past pots of salt popcorn and
pitchers of mayonnaise.

flexible causality resuming service
we rub on white stuff
and watch silver screen donkeys frolic
and time flying towards the
dream ending:
Mr Freud stealing a symbolic kiss and
uttering the immortal words
Ooh baby let’s do it again tomorrow night.