Fucking Franco: A Francopera in Three Acts

Act I

With a belly
full of vodka

I try watching 

a brainless movie

Jason Statham

kicking ass

as usual

and you're there 

with an awful accent

and I shake my head 

think "Fucking Franco."

Act II

I go online 

to be words
to drink words 

to read words

about a world

gone to shit
about love
and hate
and murder

and you're there

always

this time

they're publishing 

a book of poems

POEMS!

by you

hahaha
My laughter
sounds
like Werner Herzog
crying

and I feel 

like that time 

I thought 

my Amazon ranking 

depressed me

and then 

I saw yours

And I look at my shelves 

full of poets

good ones 

and I shake my head 

think "Fucking Franco."

Act III

I meet a girl

she looks broken

mean

sour

perfect
we talk

I say books

name authors

geek out
she says

my MFA this

my MFA that

my professor knows

things

many things

I love James Franco
I think
That pervy douche?
Why?

I say bye

and I get mad

hate you a little
dislike you a lot

without any excuse to do so
(except the ones I know are true)

only because

you are movies
you are bad directing

you are selfies

you are books that shouldn't be

you are news

you are alt lit

you are all lit
you are ego

you (think you) are a god

you are PhD
you are theater 

you are everywhere

you are shirtless
you are meta

you are fucking
James Franco

and we all live in your world

Wait
except some of us
Actually
Fuck you, James Franco. Fuck you.