Across my eyes the credits begin
And in that moment I become
James Bond, Indiana Jones, Buckaroo Banzai
Their faces on the screen
Twinned with my own visage
Like an overlapping mirror
Until I am no longer a salesman
Or teacher, no corporate drone
Making copies of my life on paper
Here I get to be the hero
For at least two hours
When the horse blazes across the fields
I become the rider
When the tank charges down war torn streets
Or the plane outmaneuvers the enemy
I am briefly at those controls
Here I am the Final Girl
The survivor of the Apocalypse
The romantic lead
Living lives I would otherwise only dream
Lasting now until the end credits roll
About the Creator
Kincaid Jenkins
Author of "Drinking With Others: Poetry by the Pint" available at https://redhawkpublications.company.site/Drinking-With-Others-Poetry-by-the-Pint-p470423761 and for purchase on Amazon.
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