On Hollywood Boulevard by Steven Storrie

On Hollywood Boulevard
There are cracks in the stars
Of people I don’t know
Piss on the ones I do
A mad woman with two teeth
Smears spaghetti on one
As protest
Ridicule
Or just cos she’s insane

On Hollywood Boulevard
The traffic just keeps coming
Young girls looking for Marilyn
Boys looking for James Dean
Where is the Hollywood sign?
They say
I thought it hung over everything
I thought it was visible at all times
This is Hollywood Boulevard isn’t it
They ask dismayed
Yes it is, I say
Yes it is.

On Hollywood Boulevard
The most intense rattle
I’ve yet known
All the glamour of vegetables
Rotting in summer heat

On Hollywood Boulevard
Endless stores
Selling cheap and tacky souvenirs
The ‘L.A’ logo on these t-shirts
Looks fake
One disgruntled English man says
Of course it’s fake, I say evenly
This is Hollywood Boulevard

What did you expect?

Steven Storrie has worked as a cable T.V repair man, dishwasher, choreographer, ice cream vendor and junk yard attendant. Tired of this he is currently locked in his basement working on his first full collection of poetry, bickering with his neighbours over nothing and storing the baseballs he keeps when they are hit into his yard. His first collection of short stories, We Are Not The Kids We Used To Be, will be released in November by DevilHouse Press. You can find him at the website he runs, ‘Black Coffee For Breakfast’, at http://renegadepriest11.wix.com/blackcoffeebreakfast