Cell phone in a theatre

Ring.  Audacity.  If I could have it my way,
that bell, that reminder of the disgraceful blob,
a puss-filled zit on the ass of humanity,
that bloated sore sitting in front of me,
Oh how it would not have signaled the start of her phone call,
but rather;

Ring, the bell through the ropes. 
My hands come out swinging. 
Solid blocks of bone
arcing through the air like sledgehammers
and bent upon destruction.

Standing over and staring down,
the gray matter, the jockey
trying to hold back the reins of emotion.
Chest rising and falling
in post-coital ecstasy...

...and the people stand and cheer