Hollywood To Go
An Audio Poem
*Musical Selection: Rufus & Chaka Khan’s Hollywood*
He’s got dreams —
He tells his sister
He’s gonna make it.
His hands flailing in the
Air, outta control.
There’s nothing in his bones
Remotely close to talent,
But, he’s got dreams.
Who was she to trample on them?
Schoolboy fever, he spends
His free time creating art
No one buys, but he’s
Going to Hollywood —
City made of lights
And overpriced ecstasy.
“Eh, lemme hold somethin’!”
The words echo within his
Mind louder than a bullhorn
Can muster. Must be Sean.
He’s gotta brand new car,
Riding the flex, showing off
That candy-red paint.
Oh, they’ve all got dreams,
But his are more important.
He’s gonna escape the
Death grip of past due bills,
Stale coffee, and beaten up
Trash bins holding day-old-bread
With just enough mold to be
Considered dangerous for consumption.
They eat it anyway.
Of course, what do you do
When Hollywood is twenty years
Down the road in a glass
Globe with figurines
Standing around waiting to be
Shaken?
