They've all moved to L.A now.
Their temples alit by silver screen
belief in Hollywood dreams.
Pilgrims travel from all around
to new sanctuaries;
to New Delphi,
to see them in the flesh,
their idols who have fallen from
the light polluted skies.
Carved and polished out of Parian marble
And pasted onto magazines.
Sculptured into new realities.
Still the priestesses; the press,
will whisper the gossip
from high in the clouds.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
They've all moved to L.A now.
Their temples alit by silver screen
belief in Hollywood dreams.
Pilgrims travel from all around
to new sanctuaries;
to New Delphi,
to see them in the flesh,
their idols who have fallen from
the light polluted skies.
Carved and polished out of Parian marble
And pasted onto magazines.
Sculptured into new realities.
Still the priestesses; the press,
will whisper the gossip
from high in the clouds.
Written sometime toward the end of 2011.