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Ghosts of Hollywood

sirens echo screams
through this paper thin
hotel wall
seems we all have animals
we must cage
dragons we must chase

I close my eyes
or do my eyes
close me
as horses tongue laps
through my bloodstream
I fuck the ghosts
of hollywood starletts
on cotton swab clouds

and down in the alley
judy garland leans
her anorexic
junkie shoulders
against a piss stained
red brick wall
hikes her pink silk sleeve
to reveal
powder blue veins
that scar her arm
of alabaster marble

and tonite
judy and I
are not afraid
to die
would be like
sticking our tongues
between midnites
bruised thighs
as we drift
like ghosts
into the silhouette
of this moment 

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