Hollywood by Chris Egnozzi

cool Portland soothed my head
while sodium vapors haloed
as the falling stars shuffle
past my left ear

DO IT!

tepid iron congeals my thoughts
while noble krypton forgets
as the falling stars slither
on urochrome waste

DO IT!

play the forty-five loud boy
you know the exploding beat

armored with Old English joy
my shooting star prowls the street
supping on sizzling sidewalk meat
from the disillusioned hoi polloi

play the forty-five loud boy
you know the killing beat

burnt out stars on a cool Hollywood street