In the Shadow of Stardom

Voice unheard from the child at my footstep

If you were a carpenter could you stop the inevitable catastrophe 

The ways in which the sword pierced thy soul

Proclivity assumed me

Naiveté consumed me

Not the kid I once was

Dealt you seven cards to clear my hand

As free as a guilty man ever was

Driving down Cypress

Under the clearance

Two bottles down

Westward bound

October’s news, February’s Blues

Complacency adjacencies 

Death of our American Fallacies

A lover’s sacrifice; a regimes collapse

Left New York for the last time

The land of mystique and eternal corrosion

The nights on the BQE plastered for all to see

Infamous liturgy  

Prayers turned desire

Desire turned death

The omnipoteous road towards the West

Ran until our checks bounced 

Joshua Tree and the Mojave yucca planted in your navel

The God of your anatomy 

Stranger to all but thee

My fate laid in your eyes, your life to give or take

In the Shadow of Stardom

 - three years past in a nightfall 

Permanent stranger in the worlds born of glamour

Masquerading a closet of worn tricks from adolescence 

Death of our American Fallacies

Six seconds under Queens Boulevard

Peace from the reigns of the War

Totaled on Horace Harding

Memories flooded back like the 2nd of July

The God of your navel

Phantom down the hall

Worshiped a decade

Fortune fell flat, under our stakes 

Could the status and stature of fame protect from all the evils imminent