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 Mar 2017
Nora
From rags to riches
With no in-between
How’s a girl to live
When true love’s yet to be seen?
insp. by the countless 30s films in which Joan Crawford goes from poor girl to rich woman
 Mar 2017
Nora
Charming vagabond with a smile so sweet
Sweeps her suitors off their feet
With a twirl of her skirt and a flash of her thigh,
She’s climbing the ladder, wooing lovers to the skies
insp. by flaming road, of course
 Mar 2017
Nora
Tightly wound,
Strung around her fingers
Tense like your muscles
When she climbs atop you

Tongue-tied and transfixed,
Tender kisses and cracking whips
The ground shakes beneath you
As your life begins to slip

She’s hollow and wicked,
But conniving and fair
In her clutch you falter
Smiling while gasping for air
so many messages to take away from Network (1976_ and yet all I can write about is Faye Dunaway's character.
 Mar 2017
Nora
Pedal to the floor
She prepares for flight
The roar of a gunshot
Ends the lady’s plight
 Mar 2017
Nora
Five thousand miles
Wandering the desert dry
Yearning for purpose
For some venerable way to die

Grinning gal with silver dollar eyes
Head lost in endless reveries
Searching for a way out
Blonde hair rustling in the breeze

Two paths entwine
Haphazardly passing by
Sore souls searching
Answering each other’s cry

Talking for hours,
He ignores her every plea
Mere inches between them
Each one the other’s tease

Through smoke and gunfire,
She grabs him tight
He’s gunning for the end
To go gently with the night
insp. by the petrified forest (1936)
 Mar 2017
Nora
Two sighs and we capsize
Into shallow water beneath our thighs
Tossing, turning, tangled limbs
Your parted mouth and passionate cries
insp. by chinatown (1974)
 Mar 2017
Nora
Darling, you’ve let your secret slip
Through the holes in your eyes
Speak no more, I know your lies
Let our bodies do the talking
And have all our truths realized
insp. by chinatown (1974)
 Mar 2017
Nora
It’s raining bullets,
Blood and tears
Smoke and mirrors
Dampened fears
Stale air ****** down your lungs
The dead girl’s song is left unsung
insp. by chinatown (1974)
 Mar 2017
Nora
Blinded by the ring
Of a gunshot, deafening
Silence swamps her life.
one of many poems insp. by chinatown (1974)
 Mar 2017
Nora
It was I who dealt our hand
Not fate, as you would have it
You didn’t fix me in this chair
I sit resigned to sulk and stare
Sister, sister, won’t you listen?
Close your eyes with open ears
Please let go of these falsified fears
All this time and it was I,
Please now, listen, don’t you cry,
I was driving on that night,
Foot on gas and headlights bright,
I slammed into the metal gate
It was you who quickly ran away
Pinned for crime as I’d pinned my legs
Sister, darling, I’ve held regret
But now I’ve spoken, breathing yet
Our sorrows drowned in the ocean waves
You smile and dance as my story ends, asking
“All this time, we could have been friends?”
insp. by Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962)
 Mar 2017
Nora
Deviant daughter,
I’d give it all and more
To have you knocking at my door

Satin drapes, silver knifes
A furnished mansion to
Start our lives anew
Oh, my darling,
I’d even **** for you
 Mar 2017
Nora
Twenty years and the birth of sound
Laid your name to rest
Forgotten and forlorn,
An artifact of years past

Supernova collapsed into itself,
Swallowing time and temperament
Perpetuating the past in an
Isolated pull of gravity

Your fame is facade
Consuming, convincing
An actress in her greatest role yet
Maintaining character until the day
You’re taken away
 Mar 2017
Nora
We wrestled once,
through tangled sheets
You on top, I beneath
Leading lady and her little sheep

Late into the night we stayed
Secret sapphics stowed away
When daybreak hit and eyes could see
Our heat rolled off with the tumbleweeds
part of my cinema project; insp. by johnny guitar (1954)
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