Chemical_laugh_of_Benzedrine

All Fucked Up
2001-11-07 07:00:07 (UTC)

Hollywood Delirium

Note: In constructing this poem that was written a few
years back I have used a lot of local color and have drawn
from many of my own experiences as an observer in a city
that can either make you or break you


Hollywood Delirium

Red light....green light
Racing down a network of freeways
Smooth control
Hearken the traffic flow
A man stands by the 101
W/his head bowed down
To the ground
Arms behind him
Handcuffed tight
It's desolation
That he's found
Another night in Hollywood
All the stars I see
A thousand lonely souls
Sway against me
In the neon twilight
Another night on the freeway
It always seems to be
So many lonely people
Wonder why.....
Hurry people
On your way
Don't take the time
To know
That even in film reels
The lotus does grow
Do they take the time to see
The sunset on the sea....
The phosphorescent skyline....
Or the moon that towers above me?
Red light....green light
Racing down Sunset and Vine
Can't make up my scattered mind
Smooth control
Hearken the traffic flow
Lonely boy on the 101 overpass
Looks like he will jump
Into the air.....
down
Into the sauntering madness
"OFF THE ROAD, YOU FUCKER!!!!"
Blood stains the pavement
Blood settles into the pot holes
People gather
While the next exit is down
Helicopters circle
A spotlight glares
Is it a movie premiere?
No
It's suicide he's found
Another night in Hollywood
Meth, stars, scandals
All the stars I see
A thousand exiled souls
Sway against me
Another night on the 101
It always seems to be
So many lost angels
Wonder why......
Lonely man....
Lonely boy....
Desolate lost angels....
I'll sing Tom Dooley for you
I pray....somehow
You'll see the sun
Pervade through
Tomorrow, oh tomorrow....
Fuck the sorrow
To feel the sun permeate
Beg...steal....borrow
Red light....green light
Racing down the 101
Lost in a network or freeways
(The veins of the city)
Smooth control
Hear the fuckin' traffic flow!!!!!
Four youths lined up
Right on the shoulder
Out on the town tonight
But they painted it
Just a bit too bright
Now four gentle faces
Are drowned in fright
Another night in Hollywood
The many stars I see
A million desolate souls
Sway against me
Another night on the freeway
It always seems to be
So many lost angels
Wonder why.....
Hurry people
On your way
Don't take the time to see
The sunset on the sea....
The phosphorescent twilight....
Or the moon that towers above me
Lonely man....
Lonely boy....
Every fuckin' lost soul....
I'll sing Tom Dooley for you
I pray....somehow
You'll see the sunshine
Break on through
Beg...steal....borrow......


--Benzedrine, 1997
In memory of A.P. Cunanan
(Apres noi, le de'luge!)