Literature
4-27-15
lights!
camera!
¡acción!
they dreamed of a film star;
a brunette, spunky, romanticized
marilyn monroe with feather boas
wrapping around her neck, (not a
whore, a national anthem), boys
piling up at her feet offering
tiffany's and cartier's;
"no, no, no, no, no!"
they dreamed of the rise of
hollywood and los angeles,
where exactly, are the angels?
a place where the money piles high and
the paparazzi won't stay low; but i am
not a goddess, i cannot influence a nation
with charisma and contorted lips.
gargoyles stood at the gates
of hell, mocking everyone who passed
through with eyes open wide, like
pizza pies, licking memorie
