Saturday, December 13, 2008
Slithering, withering, frightening, foe.
Blue ectoplasm morphing across dreams
Of past imagined triumphs.
The shimmering form, looking like the Phantom of the Opera,
Standing beside my bed when I was ten years old.
Pastel pink and mauve washing across acid-free paper.
Pipedreams of glory sitting tight inside my left brain.
Halloween goblins jumping out to scare me.
Janet Leigh being stabbed in the “Psycho” shower.
The theatre director demanded that I use a real knife
When I slit my fellow actor’s throat.
A similar incident mistakenly drew real blood
In a silly play in Italy.
Thank God I have more sense and control.
Soothing music seeping into my clean-as-a-whistle ears.
Fantasizing about Tony,
With the innocent face
And bad breath and long nose hairs.
Nothing has come of it
For that’s the ways it always seems to work out.
Stuck in the red brick well,
Like the plus-size woman in “Silence of the Lambs”.
Some asshole is hammering on a sub-zero day.
Give the fucker a sketchbook and crayons
Or tie him to a chair, for Christ sake.
Painting barefoot in the sand on a hot day at the Big Sur,
Just like Liz Taylor in “The Sandpiper”.
She’s had a glorious life, Liz has,
For the most part,
And now she’s on death’s door.
I want her to leave me her jewellery collection
But fat chance!
Old friends drift away
But they still send Christmas cards.
No cheque enclosed, this time,
Part of Daddy’s estate.
Lucky bitch!
Is life one big disappointment or do I simply expect too much?
There’s got to be more than
Aloneness and television,
Credit cards and telemarketing jobs.
Listen to more Joni Mitchell.
That’ll make you want to slit your wrists.
Van Johnson and Odetta just died.
They probably never met down here.
Neither will come back to haunt me
Since they don’t know me from Adam.
The hammering is pissing me off.
There’s nothing to be done
But to continue the day
And try to fill it with joy and pleasant activities,
As best I can.
There’s always so many thoughts rushing through my head.
Last night, the full moon was so bright, big and beautiful.
It hasn’t been that close to Earth in 15 years.
That’s worth the price of admission
On this run down movie screen planet.
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