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Hollywood Glamour #2
by jeanne rene watson
Monday, February 09, 2004

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This is a very old poem . . .written sometime in the late 70's . . .when I was pursuing an acting career in my oh so fickle youth . . . I found a lot more than acting . . . this is one in a series of poems. I considered revising it, but it was so long ago I thought it best to leave it as is....


 


I've grown attached to Him.

The exceptionally tall wino who travels Vine St.
He is.

Catching Him on my first day. . . with the years 
Watching the minutes,
Finding it now in the moments,
The cancerous futility of His existence


He is


still cradling the necessity of his life.


I am


Watching as He loses height,
Pulled tightly from His gut
The body curls.

His invocation,
Spare change. Successfully numbling our eyes
As we look into display windows.

I am attracted
Using my imagination to straighten His shoulders,
Shaping His muscles into tight blue-jeans.

God, why do I need to be His witness?

He is.
That He stalked Vine St.
That the tourists on Hollywood Blvd. made way for Him,
As He pissed privately on the stars.


 


jeanne rene ...the late 70's



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Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader) 2/10/2004
Well written..
Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya 2/10/2004
Exceptional write....great depth in this write of urs...love n luck...BHUWAN
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) 2/9/2004
This one is written so well..
So much meaning...
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