A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, May 23, 2022

enough with the fucking jazz age

Enough
with the fucking jazz age.
I'm sick
of these jazz age mystery
shows.
The shows
would be fine. I like
the cars,
the clothes,
the plots and detectives'
lines,

but

it's
evident
in the score:

Whoever they hired
is some kind of jazz
age nut! Their picks
- plummy croons and
jump swing tunes -
seem insufferably
coy, and smug
as fuck.

And
it pains
who must watch.

It costs shows dear.

We fight through
insulting musical cues
to get to charged twists
and drama points prized.

Just trying to keep the suspense
we'd choose alive, through
such catastrophically puerile,
insipid musical insertions,
ruining dialogue, chases,

even clues!

Here comes
some awful
jazz

excuse.

You can sense those hired
to put them in.
Behind the scenes, grinning -
in ear-to-ear leer, wickedly
ruining jazz age shows.

It's pretty nice work
if you're a hateful piece,
with terrible, snobbish taste
who loves to shove it in
everyone's face
and sneer.

No comments: