through the undead part of Hollywood
castles, cabs, and carnivals
abstract national holidays
a cave-like colony, a setting sun
tell me you’re the only one
tell me you’re the only one
held together by mottled skin
said to me “remember
the glorious past, the levitating,
the parties, the retirement coffee
remember, please remember”
where the hills are hamstrung by the trees
here, take one of these
something real is happening
a ceiling, shrouded, gilded
pretending that there is no sun
tell me you’re the only one
tell me you’re the only one
May 5, 1997
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