Why always Christmas time; always Jingle Bell Rock; the threat of snow.
Why always the slow pan across the cityscape; open window, billowing drapes; always the top floor.
Why always the potential heroine; the pretty girl in a silk slip; breast and nipple carefully displayed.
Why always alone, writhing in sleep, wakefulness, ecstasy; coke over the coffee-table; always a dodgy batch.
Why always making a grab for fame; the good girl fallen; the prominent dad downtown.
Why always naked, wasted; testing the strength of the balcony fence; always weightless and hilarious.
Why a car bonnet that breaks the fall; the shirt always open, not a hair out of place, like Ophelia or a centrefold.
James Trevelyan grew up in the Midlands and now lives in South London. This poem is taken from his debut pamphlet of poems DISSOLVE to: L.A., a book of action movie poems published by the Emma Press, and was first published in Inky Needles. The poem describes the opening scene of Lethal Weapon.