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Shirley Temple and Judy Garland’s Shoes

Shirley Temple and Judy Garland’s Shoes Some stars of Hollywood are eyes, all eyes, And some are legs.  A few are mouth and lips, Like Marilyn, spread open, hinting thighs Might hinge ajar for love above her hips And then the final view, not scarlet as The kiss would...

Rhapsody on Breezes

              Rhapsody on Breezes The butterfly when chased goes still along Its way unhurried, winging on in calm As if Nirvana were its space.  The wrong May be its foe, but yet without a qualm It flits in peace the Buddha would desire. The evil net is reared up for...

Ingredients

                       Ingredients That photo of the man, his little son, And summer sunlight on their cuddling skin Has disappeared.  It was the only one Jill had and most importantly no sin Could be detected in it. But it’s lost. Jill wonders if Ray...

The Minx and Sacrifice

             The Minx and Sacrifice The reason Marilyn appealed to both The men and women was because she meant A dual thing and not just beauty.  Too loath To say that, though, they melted to her scent Composed of victimhood and vampishness. They, deep gods, or...

The Holy of Holies

                 The Holy of Holies If Ingrid Bergman can’t be made to shine Divine as God, then Hollywood will flop. When she does not flare bright as Christ, the shrine (Not just its curtain) will be torn and drop To Limbo (or to something even less).  The fans Will...