The Hollywood Freeway

I caught the never too truthful sycophants
Feasting on waste in the lay-bys,
The circling buzzards couldn’t get a look in.

The road let off the fizzy aroma of celebrity,
Dreams passed by like butterfly trails
And the birdsong concluded its fanfare.

Fame is fleeting and random by nature,
All multiple destinations unshackled from patterns,
As fragile as the beggars who crave it;

And here I am now in the left over dust clouds,
Choking on dirt that tastes like dead laughter,
The kind that you find on the Hollywood Freeway.

2 Responses to “The Hollywood Freeway”

  1. Perfect timing. Very, very impressed with this one.

  2. Cheers Alicia

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