broken engine : poetry

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: former supermodel cocktail waitress :

the giants at the gates
are betting on the house
while buses full of neophytes
are headlong for the couch
and trying to portray
the perfect pout

the concrete of our sleep
is furrowed deep with stars
and everyone’s a winner here
we’re sleeping in our cars
and trying to unlearn
who we are

and everything we see
is what we know
and marquees full of broken dreams
will tell us where to go
so we all settle in
to watch the show

there’s ashes on our head
and cinders in our heart
but we’ve been taught by Hollywood
to always hit our mark
so we all try too hard
to play our part