Brat Pack
With all my movie friends, and tv too, vanishing,
I turn my attention to the brat pack. Brandishing life.
Ally, Molly, Judd, Spader, Cusack, Gray and more.
Out of Bounds on my screen, terrifying, a thrill ride.
Or I could loopity-loop The Breakfast Club, burns
sizzling, redefining the bad boy, who pierces his ear
with a precious diamond from the popular girl.
Sutherland scared us, Sheen made us feel unclean.
One killed us with fangs, fear and freedom.
Charlie fooled around. My husband didn’t want to meet him.
My sisters met Andrew after I left, what?!
I had just watched Weekend at Bernies…again.
Just like in Capra’s It’s a Wonderful Life
“I want to live again…” so I’m drawn
to the shows where the actors are still alive.
I can watch delightful and happy classics
that bring me down, I’m not as far behind.
Those old people are not the same old people
from my youth! Like my granddaughter, once said,
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
I think I’ll settle back and get Pretty in Pink
or deadpan Grosse Pointe Blank.
Back in the Blockbuster day could have thrown
the Brat Pack in my backpack and zoned
out!
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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