Ͽσɲɤɇɳɗ

Hollywood is sitting at my front door.

through spider's
webs
and the lost
keys of
locks
once known.

Their glitter and glamour
knocks heavy against my stutter and stammer
the sequin gloves,
no never a hand, uncovered
 extended over to me;
the answer to my pleas.

Through spider's
webs 
and the lost
keys of
locks
once known.

Yes, Hollywood is at my door.
But
it's been years since I could sing
or dance,
it's been years since I could stun.
The plaudits gathered, the scores are smothered
 awards  not blocking my door.

Those rewriters of glory and fame
those that destroyed our sacred lore
those stood beyond this barricade
singing 'Hollywood is no more'.
 

The End

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