Hollywood Can’t Wait
What would a lyric be if not
a total breakdown at 5:30 am?
Easter Sunday morning and
all shimmer and no hope, filtering narcissistic
tamponades, compressed and accumulated
in bags of fluid like lungs full of love.
IMBD situated with a liar’s smile
and a nice bank account
organ donor body distended
slowly contracting long-fold
paradoxus, refracting systolic light,
in the corner of a moth’s eye.
Here we are, beyond Sirius
and Outta Time, unconscious
thoughts collected in bottles.
Is it too late?
I can hear the heart of God
rasping eleven million deep breaths
anesthetized into oblivion.
Rosario “Alair”, the consummate actor.
How many bastards did you turn
your back on?
All begotten mirages.
Bio:
Jason DiFilippo is a writer, cook, and a devoted father of three daughters living in Secane, PA. He is the author of one chapbook “The Ripple” via Two Pens and Lint Publishing and has appeared in Apiary Magazine’s online Winter Edition in 2012.
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