Wednesday, October 13, 2021


Tumbleweeds blow through tinsel town now,
Long-abandoned sets line every street,
As every sidewalk crack sprouts thriving weeds
And zombies loiter north as far as Beverly.

The shopping carts are grounded now and empty,
The playgrounds of the fast-food factories
No longer spew out human meat,
All that's left is the white packaging 

That clings to the living embankments
Where veterans fold their vintage clothes
And sweep out their cardboard openings
Oblivious to the flow above them

Of those who came before,
To Hollywood once to be a star, 
And who now lie stalled forever
In a line of not-yet-paid-for cars.