I always land with such hope
in a dusk of expectation -
on school assembly plastic chairs.
Scrawled A4s RESERVE the front row:
a thirty-something flunkey flirt
feeds us biography sushi.
And they're off - too fast: we clutch
at the conveyor belt
in that programme - 'The Generation Game'.
We clap, but not at a theatre
when the characters occlude you
and you stand, and throw your heart to the leading lady
but to mitigate our impotence.
I bolt down the Tube like a ferret.
I am actually glad
to feel the carriage gather speed,
and the body-weight of two strangers
bookend my liberty.
Richard George
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/readings-and-why-i-don-t-go-to-them/
