Experiment 11
Matinée
Matinée
For us,
time is waiting
until Saturday special afternoon
brings sox and jersey
cycling to town
greazed hair
and ticket box.
The girls,
powder and stocking grown
since Friday,
Moving into,
the sound dark,
loud flickering seated room
and whistling
Good baddies and gum.
Sometimes rolling underneath
Jaffa;
or burst bag of jellybeans.
Participated excitement
rebulce calling
spotted torch line
and sniggering
The end and lights
Homeward day dragging
Tomorrows gone.