When in doubt of love in some long black night,
when her voice cracks, threatening to distort,
her expression obscured by lens flare light,
the subwoofer’s thunderous retort
signals your pleasure dome’s demise;
when the sparkling dialogue becomes lacklustre,
a weak romcom plays out before your eyes
where once there was high action blockbuster;
when you’re this close to storming off the set, stop.
Lay down those phones, turn off your screens.
There’s no way your epic tale should be a flop;
a little empathy will fix this sorry scene,
to put you back up there as idols without equal
with love like this you’re sure to get a sequel.
©Nick Barth 2018
