packaged pretty with seduction
oversalted with scent and firm hold spray
they was a spy from Saturn. i could tell
by the porous shadow
i invited them 2 tea
through google translate i apologized
4 the condition of the planet and
appeased them with Hollywood
and Bollywood icons
#katyamills
two lane highway
snake in the forest
take us to the sea
take us to Hollywood
to family with blessings
take us 2 the top of the world
to share a smoke
against sorrows
memories of screenplays of
travels and Egyptian swindlers
the red-haired boy
the love of winsome
LA sunsets
#katyamills
the heart finally spoke out
like cinema ina condemned theatre
tape rolling through a bell howell
projector dug from an archive. the heart
finally spoke out the light
cast upon the wall
bringing the past to life for
the heart never dies
#katyamills
the horn section bursting
set up a break against the
fire
the reeds supple
like fingers
even the concrete got
to feeling. our feet
left gooey indents in
the road
a new kinda hollywood
where everyone’s
a star
#katyamills
I wonder if some of these power players who are being cast out of Hollywood might end up cast in porn flix to make ends meet or just get off? They could easily relocate to West Hollywood or commute and reinvent themselves. Then anyone too lazy to call an escort could lean back and pay-per-view you.
All the Hollywood icons
all the Bollywood icons
inspire us. they sweep our floors
in black and white
All the grandeur of southern plantations
made to capture the sun
arabesque
We live on through these times we made
the oceanic minutia
we consecrate
describe
classify in our tomes
Our differences we set aside to study
before bed. chamomile tea with lemon peel.
we fall asleep on them
We all do the same in the sun in the
day in and shade
out after
the same nonsense
iced tea
lemonade
sugar cane crystals sparkle
Our children ask for help
without having
to ask they ask us
help
we live we die
we live again
cuz
Life cannot end
when you die
you cannot really
you do not truly
die
unless you’re just
another asshole
weathervane
pointing
the wrong
direction
i read the script i
met the cast
they wrote me in
at very last
hookers by Katya
they shot me twice
the stills were nice
it’s Hollywood
i’m fallen. fast
K IS SILENT 