Hollywood Hills

pluck stars from the heavens
twist a new celestial face

gods like the river no longer revered

oxygen the miracle
light the suffocation

rebirth me in ash
my fame was crucified

gnarled teeth stained
the slain valor of vodka

etch my name on sacred mountain

worship the white gradual chipping of paint

 

(originally published in November Bees, Summer 2016)

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