[Newspoetry] Perils: Hollywood Scripture Busts

[DL Emerick]

Prologue: breathe deeply, bending over

 

Search and Defend -- BERNARD E. HARCOURT

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/25/opinion/25harcourt.html

 

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Search the Usual Suspects: a medley

 

Want to ride in my aero-plane,

Want to ride in my aero-plane,

Want to ride in my aero-plane,

That's not gonna blow sky high?

 

Smile when you say that, pardner,

And the world smiles with you,

Sing a song; don't be weary,

Just be cheery and move along;

Stride in and sit with sky caps,

Sky captains and sky marshals,

Sky rockets in flight.  Afternoon delight.

 

End of Prologue  (while credits finish running)

 

 

Weary line trudges forward

Like a snake curled up,

Piled on top of itself,

Not quite ready to strike,

Too weary of the routine.

 

A man hops along, hopefully,

dragging his luggage like chains

Marley wore on Christmas eve.

 

His shoes perch precariously

On top the side-sided bags,

The odor of his stocking feet

Joins the defeat of dignity.

 

They strip him of his medals,

And all other medals,

Suck away his liquids,

X-ray his lugged goods,

Peek into his orifices,

Sniffing, probing and prodding,

 

Dogs are ever ready for a treat.

Can dogs think to lie, and be bogus?

Would a dog fake a substance alert,

Just to garner another treat?

 

And, now, all the while,

They search your blank faces,

Looking into unfamiliar places,

Hoping to see an angel smile,

Looking for devils in haystacks,

With their pitch and tuning forks.

 

This sounds like Heaven,

as it reminds me of Auschwitz:

Hell is every bit as immaculate,

as that Big Beer Hall in the Sky.

 

Indeed, as heat kills germs,

Hell is probably more antiseptic,

Though its competitor alleges otherwise,

Alleging that a sewer runs thru it.

 

One man's sewer is another man's river,

As drinkers at urban water holes know:

It's all in the additives and processing:

Beer and piss differ in a few molecules.

 

All these thoughts snake in the mind,

Of the weary man, who waits to move,

On a highway to hell going nowhere fast.

 

 

"I have an idea."  "I have a dream."

Two lines spoken in dialogue,

But whether dreamer spoke first

Or the thinker is never certain,

As ideas and dreams intertwine

Like lovers in their pillowed beds.

 

So one spoke, who we do not know.

 

"Why not have a changing station,

When you enter a modern airport."

 

"Something like the security we saw

In that old clinker Andromeda Strain?"

 

"Yes, you strip down, in a private cell,

Put all your clothes and goods in a bag."

 

"Perhaps, even take a shower?"

 

                                                   "And dry.

You don a flowing white gown or robe."

 

"And slip on a pair of thonged sandals."

 

"And maybe some thongs underneath!"

 

"You enter the sanctuary of security,"

 

"the holy of holies, pure and clean?"

 

"Airport ante-rooms, rest-rooms,

Foyers on the paths to heaven."

 

Their conversation fades from hearing,

As the line twists the distances again.

 

All about you they look the same:

Like angels waiting for their halos,

Wanting to get their wings to fly -

None sure why they have died. 

 

You are now clean and unsullied,

Ready to enter sacred air-space,

Celestial heavens of God's skyways.

 

 

Icarus Airlines International:

Flight 69 -- now boarding at gate E3,

Rows 1 to 20 now take their seats.

 

Stewards and stewardesses fake it,

They smile as you enter the chamber:

"God-bless you all, God-bless America,

And have a nice, safe and happy flight."

 

(The chamber fills with sleeping gas,

To sedate the passengers completely.)

 

Final music: I'll never fall from the sky again.

(tune:
http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/I'll-Never-Fall-In-Love-Again-lyrics-Carp
enters/68223A735F3E211D4825687200301619) 

 

/// Fade and cut.  That's a take, everyone.

 

Off-camera... they'll be eating popcorn off the floor,

when they see this thriller of a flight film.

 

Casting:  Tom Cruise as the weary trudging traveler.

 

(Or why do you think they no longer want that artist?

Applied Christian Science is not a box-office buster.)

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