Cult, a poem written by James Gabriel at



written by: James Gabriel



sneakers tread on
soft padded carpet
the smell of glass
cleaner fills the air

theatre twelve
at the end of the
concession crowds

down to an anemic
posters for movies
released two weeks earlier

line the walls
walk into the theatre

floors dirty and 
you sit in the back
             on the left hand side

nine rows ahead of you
           the back of a head
hair gray and thinning
bobs up

 and down
         the chair squeaks
 the head stops bobbing and
 turns to looks at you

 steel gray eyes
           white whiskers
     the theater darkens

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