Is it alright

Is it alright to get angry
when your arms are crossed and
derision scolds from your glance
like red hot bearings sparking down the street

It is all momentum energy and instinct
ushering you into a dream
it’s yer time she squarks
waving her torch
you clutch your chest dramatically
cry out and fall forwards

the film has now stated but it is a long one and as you land on the stair
it hurts too much to move so you stay put wedged into the ground
her torch followed you down into the darkness
but you travelled too far the beam could no longer define you

so you landed with a perfect view of the screen
and would only deal with all the problems afterward