everyone wants to go to heaven, but no one wants to die

shit

when did it become may?

well i guess that was 17 days ago

 

so it was in may

that hollywood bought my novel,

i went to the desert,

and now find myself back

on the avenue of the stars

 

i really got to quit drinking

and smoking

and dropping acid

and getting high

and waking up next to unknown faces

 

i’ll get on that

right after i die

 

hollywood

why do i love your lie

and people i pass by

wondering if that was

a girl or a guy

 

tonight i did a hundred pushups

benched 250 pounds

and curled the dumbbells

till my arms fell

then put on a tank top

to escape this heat

 

now someone wants to take my picture

so i stand with cigarette in hand

as they speak their asian tongue

and blind me with their flash

while my back lays on the white walls

of the roosevelt hotel

 

that’s what i get for stopping

to look at the star of

winona ryder

 

i should have just kept walking

weaving in and out

of the endless talking

the names of fame

treaded upon

 

and tipped my flask

in a town where no one asks,

“why are you behaving this way?”

 

and i don’t have to offer any sermons

about the dark streets of decay

everyone here knows

that time is running out

 

my fan club has let me

return to roaming about

 

there’s a 50s diner

twist and shout

but i really could use

an old fashioned

all american

cheeseburger

 

i hope you are studying hard

eating your veggies

staying on guard

against all that can lead you astray

 

as for me and my household

well what can i say?

this is the dark streets of decay

 

and it is a philosophy that will not allay

the truth they don’t wish to convey

do as they define

die anyway

 

o.k.

i’m bored

back to the sidewalks

and the hollywood whores

talk to you later

 

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