My Hollywood Girl, You Mystery Mine

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

and hum.

 

My Hollywood girl, you mystery, you all mine.

 

 

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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4 Responses to My Hollywood Girl, You Mystery Mine

  1. “. . . Always the beat of heart in

    tunes of strangers’ songs in transistor-

    shaped dirty diaries that hum

    and hum. . . ”

    –love these lines

  2. sheldonk2014 says:

    Love that last part,great piece Barry
    Sheldon

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