Hollywood

why do those streets shine?

because it's those broken glass hearts
that sink into the pavement when the people
shatter.

meanwhile, the holly babies continue their
empty chatter at the coffee shop everyone
knows is run by hispanics but it was
the white man who posed for VOGUE--

this is the world you crave at night--
so seduced by this culture who's sins
are on too tight, and when i say how can
you want what you see you ask me,

haven't you ever had fantasies?

yes, but on tuesdays i separate stories
from dreams (and the nightmares in-between)

look.
smile, holly baby.

so you know why they shine?

sin is in. sparkle cheap. it's all those quarters,
thoughts, and dimes. that broken heart glass.

you know, you know,
hollywood jazz