By Michael Aaron Gallagher
You are my inspiration—
short & sweet
The tries & tears in Baltimore—
Golden still-life memories
A-list failures & more
sleepless nights on satin sheets
& feather pillows
from the champagne yellow backdrop
of the Shrine Auditorium—
desperate cry of tabloid martyrdom
7 Wonders of the World
untold riches at the bottom of the Aegean Sea—
her gold and pearls
Am I the fluorescent stare of criticism
in the bloody twilight—
the crowd of humanity cold
shallow & self-absorbed?
Does Mona Lisa’s portrait
smile oyster pearl for me?
Her April complexion—
a defiant new vapor of self-expression—
Where is the silver costume—
The sacred pillar, movie-camera glare
Hollywood set— ticket stubs, video sales
& blockbuster flare?
There’s no film—
to prick my finger, iodine
Leave me now—
Let the paint trickle down
The black and white canvas—
blurred my surreal vision of tomorrow—
I have learned—
the most important part of the journey—
is the dream
Excerpt from Michael Aaron Gallagher’s unpublished book of poetry titled “Worn-Out Cinema.” Copyright © 2000.
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