Sunset boulevard

A Poem by Laura Lynn

BOULEVARD
Sybarite me, watching Lynch’s racecars ride cliff roads,
Dazzled by the ghost of a movie, standing in a doorway,
Exceeded by cheap hotel signs, cheap hotels that I love.
Reveille of mornings the c**k is the Gallus gallus, leads
Aspic to gelatin, and Peter Pan could crow show Wendy

© 2014 Laura Lynn

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Added on October 10, 2014
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Laura Lynn

Fairfax, VA

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