Glengarry Glen Ross — A Review

I watched Glengarry Glen Ross

and then I turned off my TV

It’s a Good TV. Sharp, Bright. Not the best. But not the Worst.

As always, I tuned to Viceland before I shut it down.

But when its letters went from power on, to power off, I got up.

I felt bloated and fat; and for a moment I sat

In the darkness.

And then I thought I heard a storm.

I got up, to put an umbrella in the window of my car

(because the window is permanently rolled down)

and looked up to the sky. Nothing.

I could have been someone.

I would have fought that dragon.

But two years ago, I took an arrow to the knee.

Nothing has ever been the same.

A sky full of stars.

Not even a wind through the trees.

For a moment, I felt like I had read my first Madeleine L’Engle Story.

That beautiful moment when in your mind’s eye

you saw Charles. And Ms. Whatsit. And the Tesseract.

And then. Like the Storm.

It was gone.

A midnight spider, taking a journey

on a long strand of silk

hit me in the face

when I went through the door.