hollywood

Life turns
into a montage
of film clips.
He sits
amidst the gloom
of dusk,
watching the evening sky,
mottled purple and golden,
quietly contemplating
over a silently smoked
cigarette.
Quiet music
plays in the background;
a tune
from home,
something to remind him
of all that has come
and gone.
I watch with mild
amusement
and pity him
while I snicker
at his foolishness
and naivety.
If only we,
the wiser ones,
could set
erring protagonists
on the right path
we wouldn’t
have to sit through
another scene of
trivial nothingness.