Monday, July 13, 2009

Live forever.

I couldn't compete
with those itchy feet
your saccharine pink
and silk stained sheets
merely a sacrifice
a cocktail personality
the double sided umbrella
a two faced
dragon
whose brief spark
was merely breathed
to pass the time
between moods
waiting upon your
next fickle arrow
to hit the target
oh my
a bull's eye
another Hope
upon a lost little red bike
an answer to all those dreams
of not having to work, think,
or deal
just dress up
and wink
(suspenders today - I think)
and you'll have it all
another Monroe, Bardot
is that how it goes
(well yes, I suppose)
to those
who know
that Fame
is an End
more
worthy
than
a
friend
who
unknown and unpromoted
sits
emptied - stunned
and
left
with nothing
but
a
head
filled
with
fogged and tragic
dreams
and a hand on his
gun.

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