My Hollywood a mystery girl,
all sunglasses and rose-shaped hips,
smile at me, smile sweet sun.
Paint me young and draw a tour of
stores and palms.
Love girl, play girl, steal me in the
daytime light. Front her friends my rhythm and
save me from my gauzy eyes.
Paint me old with skeleton sketches, faded with
palms facing down.
Save me friends no more.
Lost or gone, never was and never were.
Always the beat of heart in
tunes of strangers’ songs in transistor-
shaped dirty diaries that hum
My Hollywood girl, you mystery, you all mine.