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“How d'ya like them apples?” (film-infused found poem)
September 20, 2014
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Barber’s pole haircuts for the soda jerk.
The whisk brush, hair tonic, and aftershave
next to the ash tray’s curling smoke and leather chair.
“OK, boys, which of you gets the privilege?”
A stranger, black-suited figure with a cigar trimmer.
“...These're Havanas. Romeo and Juliets. Private stock.”

Footsteps. Hotel entrance.
Clattering dishes and uncomfortable suit,
the piano sonatas, the dance floor to the stairwell.
Frilly apron, nylon stockings, make-up.
“...What kind of man *are* you?”
Room Service.
A bottle of bonded whiskey, a water glass,
and a double-bladed knife.
“You're out of line, mister.”
Perfume atomizer shattered.
“Way out of line.”

Passenger seat: “How d'ya like them apples?”
Stopwatch: “...What a knucklehead.”
Cigarette: “The sonofabitch. The blackmailer.”

 

--Found in The Man Who Wasn’t There script by Joel Coen and Ethan Coen.

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