There's an old boulder over the cliff,
a grave for wingless flight-wish birds
above the tiring sea and endless reef
As shallow as a neck snapped failure.

Hollywood, ingrained
to be lost to the sands,
We all wish to be stars
dreams sparkle so far.

A bloated serpent's belly
she aspires to be on the telly,
He slithers Hollywood boulevard
past the home less's glass shards.

They don't even pierce his tummy,
as he gobbles lost souls up yummy.
The casting director who said no,
and forever they are unknowns

I don't why,
I came smashing down,
I remembered
After 6 valiums
I went to to write,
Went down smasingly,
Then there's this cricket
I thought was a cockroach
It tickled my legs
Perfect only last friend.
It remembered my last hopes
as teenage years had coped.

There's hole called a void,
but its whole was white noise,
but it widened as I got numb
and voices erratic of sums

Yesterday was mild distractions
but the void gave birth to creations
Whispering wraiths into the night
leaving me rattled as room got bright.

I leave as the phantoms' nails pierce
so I can't hurt those to me dearest.
yesterday I could feel my heart thumping
but today I can honestly feel nothing.