Inspired by Carbon Leaf's "Miss Hollywood."
Holly Wood is poker-faced androgyny,
reality bound like double-ds flattened by
all flash and wit,
smoke and mirror,
fools' gold chipped to reveal
the disappointment of granite.
Her dress is cut too low,
fouled by cigarettes' dripping ash.
She promenades those gilded hills,
catches tragedy sucking face
under every busted streetlight;
in the midnight speakeasies, she
ogles those immortal newlyweds,
anguish and joy.
Wearing her jewels like
a second skin,
she patrols the moonlit alleys.
At sunset, she shimmies up the stairwell
and waits for her lonesome star to rise.