Astromante Magic Star
(so - all of my childhood England)
a vulgar spectacle
easier to stay awake for
but not as touching to the heart as
_The Masked Ball_
of the night before
which felt like church
something mystcal and confounding
that demannded more life force than I had to share
so lulled me to sleep
the destruction of America
( as a way of life )
the tacky and very specific timely fashion of the architecture and design
the terror of Italian lovers
and where Hollywood gets it
and what happens people fuck their hearts on the concept of "Love" instead of appreciatingband enjoying the Real relationships available to them...
but haven't I, myself, always yearned for a greater reality ( or depth there-of ) ...?
and isn't that, also, a love story?