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.
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