Star-StruckA Poem by Darren BrownGoing to a mall is always enough to give me an existential crisis and make me contemplate the collective mentality of my generation.Murky sea of dead-eyed mannequins, void of substance save for beer, drifting around a colossal stone-faced totem.
"Mommy always said I'd be a star", she droned, caressing the five-pointed burn smeared across the left side of her face.
Later tonight she will masturbate to Pinocchio, contemplating dandelions and driftwood.
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Added on May 18, 2014 Last Updated on May 18, 2014 Tags: Poem, Poetry, Star-Struck, Free Verse, Human Nature AuthorDarren BrownCape Town, South AfricaAboutI use poetry as a means to come to a deeper understanding of myself, and the world that I'm a part of. So most of my work is a combination of introspective and extrospective, figuring out how I relate.. more..Writing
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