Her, Hollywood

You took the car, bit down upon the

shapeless frequency of the radio...

muzzled by it--you suffused stations,

conglomerations of songs allayed their

encoded meaning.

Destination became a slideshow of

Florentine frescoes...Aye, glory upon

glory heaped upon thee--standing

ovations of: sight, smell, touch, sound

and taste.

Some Imp of the Perverse bypassed 

your sensory overload...as you were

taxed with impunity.

...I had to find my way to work,

arrived an hour and a half late.

You were probably readjusting your

imposing black sunglasses...letting go

the wheel to do a little dance neath

a sunless sky.

Your beloved Hollywood has sent

agents clamoring the hill of its famous

sign for you.

You say you know they're out there...

pursuing their starlet, you can feel it.

The silver screen passes timeless images

against a throbbing light that cracks and

propels upon awed audiences.

...When I found my way home, I was

prepared to declare you a missing person...

instead, there you were knee deep in

tempest-tossed clothing--a trembling ring

of mascara fencing two gashes for eyes.

Konstantinos Mark

*The second of a series of poems.

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