Murder wasn't a good look for you---
and you were staining the sequins
and the fake happiness of the Cocoanut Grove
There were plenty of reasons to destroy it---
a fear that you would age beyond the image of Marilyn
and they would remember you as an elderly person
I understood the need to immortalize it all---
because we all wanted to live forever in a bar
with red booths and the Andrews Sisters beyond the bar
But that was irrational
and Sunset Boulevard didn't run the infinite course its image conveyed
And we would all die with a fancy car to our name
but you were impatient
and it was your hands covered in blood
I would call them to see it all firsthand
with their flashbulbs and ink and the search with a yellow ribbon
You could've at least waited until the turn of the century
to turn it all
i smell L.A. Confidential. You need to write a script or a book in this vein. I'd say it could be your own version of Devil in the White City, which I haven't read, but am dying to.
ReplyDeleteI think she should have waited even longer!! Death is an everlasting act!!!!
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