Wasted again
Oz terrifies in the land
of small men

White or brown
they sell you back your life
in ***** dreams

Damaged queens
worn out brasses
junked up punks

Your veins won’t  take bliss
anymore
all smiles in rehab
at their used furniture store

Far from Poppy
Far from Lucy
and her wiles
Until the next fall

Fallen Angel
Carrion crow wings
shelter from driving rain

There is yet hope
A star reflected
in a puddle
still holds celestial light

It reignites the fire
so long extinguished
Your heart is a phoenix
arising in the morning

You were Lucifer
Lord of the drug dead corpses
****** bleeds from your veins

Angel dust phantoms
claw at your feet
but still you rise

****** with purple hearts
Qualude queens and tricks
Poppers and ******
Have no significance
for a living flame

you are the Queen
of Autumn skies
and winter weaves a cloak for you
to cover you until the Spring
and then you rise
in Summer flowers
in gentle showers
of Summer rain
The Shadow Queen
has blessed the land
to live again

marilyn monroe
brunette to blonde blue eyes
factory to city

captured silver screen
she mirrors all fantasies
her eyes unseeing

at the end you were
one more candle in the wind
blown out far too soon

celebrate sappho
auto da fe of poems
flames annihilate

poet expressing
the personal sphere of life
never yet described

three hundred lines left
life time of work destroyed
which shine diamond bright

raw sound the beatles
on the edge of nice boy vibe
chasing a new sound

eleanor rigby
with her makeup caked and old
she touches our hearts

the lonely people
gather around the fab four
and just let it be

the eagles flying
to hotel california
I drink pink champagne

the mirrored ceiling
reflects their lyrical flight
music in mountain

the doorman smiling
as you check out this dark night
you can never leave