posterize

I love how movie posters are. 
I picture all our lives like that. 
You're standing front and center 
staged and smiling in fedora hat! 
Or grim and bold, or cheeky cute. 
You freeze in action pose, or laugh.

Your outfit tells a tale itself. 
The background tells another half.
You advertise what kind of flick
we're in for, here!  Adventuresome
or fraught with peril, my oh dear! 
Through thrills and spills, we cry, 
we laugh. 

- And there we are! The rest of us!
Your friends and foes, case all
around. Your background stars.
We round you out. Perhaps one,
full-sized at your side? A bit behind,
off-center? Sexy pout! A few full-figure
posed, reduced to action figure size
depicting scenes of consequence.

The rest of us 

Are floating heads off to both sides, 
some swelled, to see they loom 
so large! Some teensy-tiny.
How they sigh. They thought 
you were the one in charge. 
They thought they took up
much more room inside. 

I look at you, stood center-tall 
with all these funny goings-on. 
My eyes stray frantically, minutely 
through your mugging big head throng, 
down into background gallery of figures,
faces, bodies, heads. My eyes

keep straying through them all,
but I keep tearing back to see
your face, instead.