No, Hollywood Lies Not

“time stops at the sign…”

No, Hollywood Lies Not

No, Hollywood lies not, the common man –
It mirrors what will never come to pass.
Now where then talks Elsa, Laura, my Fran?
Find her at the bottom of the shot glass.
I, failed student of inhibition’s strife,
She turns, her eyes – they reflected the same.
I’ll pull her then, and I’ll make her my wife,
Have kids, then die without knowing her name.
I see pearl blue, sad eyes at the stop sign,
Replicated affection in her smile,
She reads, listens, she talks; longings, her pine,
Static, as time stops at the sign, a while.
She turns, her eyes – they reflected meaning,
And then the bus departs.

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