A Street Named Desire©
By: Katelynn A. Moxon

The sun sets over Hollywood Boulevard.
The torpid air filled with the perfume of deceit.
Here the hookers crawl out from under their hiding spots,
Preening themselves like perverted peacocks.
There is no Pretty Woman here.

Instead happily-ever-afters
And Fairytales come true
Lie in waste like the used condoms,
And shitty cocaine.

Here corruption and betrayal
Mix well with illustrious seduction and father time.
A cocktail of eternity,
Mixed with the pills of forgotten dreams.
The city’s faithful friends “scandal” and “obsession”
Take up residence on Hollywood and Vine.

Racial slurs slumber where deviance reigns king.
“Look Who’s Coming to Dinner”
“It’s Atticus Finch” screamed Scout.
“You dirty bigot, we have A License to Kill”;
As the oppression of segregation
Separates the populous,
Like a load of laundry
Ruined if it should mix.

Brando and King advocate for all the broken dreams.
There are no footprints in the sand here.
Just handprints at the Graumman’s.
Those who end up lost
Follow the Yellow Brick Road.
Ending up just East of Eden,
In a place that we call Hell.

Here the shades of Dorian Grey
Cloak the men in Grey Flannel Suits.
Here, amid the city’s dilapidated buildings,
People live on laced candy bar dreams,
And cocaine wishes.

No more Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Or dreams of Paris with Sabrina.
Instead, forgotten dreams settle
On the Waterfront;
Like a fog that never dissipates.

Here love is no longer an Affair to Remember.
Just an empty one word syllable.
Forgotten like the Black Dahlia in May.

Here the fantasies of flesh prevail,
As narcissism mingles at seduction’s black tie affair.
It is here that Some Like it Hot.
The red lipstick alludes to more
Than just the communist bastards who own the town.

Click Your Heels Three Times
And you’ll find yourself On the Road Again.
Paying homage to A Downfallen Rose.
Say goodbye to the infection
Of sadistic pleasure gone astray.

Forbidden dreams and forgotten fantasies
Lie veiled beneath the silence of the city’s seduction.
Be careful or it will poison you;
Taking more than just your name.

Climb on your Triumph
Like Bob Dylan and drive the hell away.
Before the Helter Skelter of it all
Murders your integrity.
The Wheel of Fortune has spoken:
Your dreams have shattered like bits of broken glass.
You have cut yourself on shards of broken memories.

The city slowly creeps towards daylight,
As the corruption stirs to slumber.
Here your Prejudice is your Pride.
Coffee, Cigarettes, and Vodka are the only faith in a Trinity you have.
The city it has raped you,
Marked by the Death of a Salesman.
Arthur Miller weeps for you.
The city’s Crime and Punishment mocks the souls in vain.
“Forget this Fucking Place”.
Just remember Norma Jean,
Remember all her pain.