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Feeling Like Eternity and Not Just the Golden Era

Feeling Like Eternity and Not Just the Golden Era That halo light from Hollywood shines down Across the decades.  Garbo’s eyes still glow And Marilyn enwrapped in glitter gown, The sequins spangled, neckline cut so low The breast bone almost passed between those...

A Skin-deep Sea in a Fake Heaven

     A Skin-deep Sea in a Fake Heaven The depths of shallowness are what the stars Dive into.  Starlit deeps make slickness glow Like Barbarella dressed for sex-grooved Mars, Or Marilyn with one leg raised to show The blue pool has not killed her yet.  Like Wilde...

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...

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...