Hollywood Burning

i saw metal and glass turn into a sea of smoldering glowing seething grey

as if a cauldron had been tipped over

not by magic

fate

it bubbled and surged past the

cinemas boutiques and russian tattooed brothels

devouring chunks of cement

hand prints stars vomit and cigarettes

turning our cultures first born into a pockmarked

orphan

i saw the palm tree guardians of flashing celluloid turn to ash

raining down in a flurry of

baptism

falling on the shoulders of

the suits the sex the music the apron the immigrant

a knighthood of

equality

of beauty

and everyone looked up

up

up

i saw the clouds turn violet and violent as the wind bellowed through

canyons towers mansions and cardboard castles

a voice in the storm asking for its

son

barely decipherable

wholly untouchable

cutting through the core the heart the mind

a dog like frequency

for human

souls

i saw the world stop turning as the aged moon finally caught the agile sun

and all eyes looked up

up

up

every knee crashing to the

pavement

the concrete the dirt the carpet the dust

as heads bowed

and the letter L plummeted off the

hollywood sign