Is it obvious,
Tim Burton might be a necrophiliac.
Ballad of River Phoenix
Beneath the lime streetlamps of Los Angeles,
Bonham Carter likely elopes -
with
River Phoenix's 23 year-old ghost,
to glide over golden streaks of acclaim.
Together tracing favorite side-walks,
skating the sleek wake, paved
by rime laced apparitions -
actors, musicians, and obsidian-clad models.
The most raucous of the rock-stars,
head-hunted by the dusk, revel on.
A brother, fizzling after a rally of brilliance,
felt a phantom congeal, in that marring interview.
Hip-hop, shades, and a beard - like rust.
Bizarre as the legacy of Thompson's psychedelic dream.
The most silvery ice is a guillotine,
too slick -
to heed premonition.
too fly -
to be forgotten.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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this makes me intellectually and sexually aroused at once.
ReplyDelete'cause the amercianwildabeast is too fly not to fly.
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