Jumping Into Old Hollywood Besieged by Inapproprate Memory

in the first six seconds
they were liquid
dream beings within reasons
on an outcropping
stone altars
the sea.

nether-future
wingless, flightless
gifted.
sifting through morning
ever green fields of overlapping
what no man can ever say
the guitar is packed
and the gang plank sings like a singular smile
I've been nefarious
delirious and nearly dead
when I should have been
some kind of saint
I saw burning buildings
and the wax stains from
ash

were you

in the

white space
as dark as the knight
and the invisible
spaces
where shadows
come to light
chandeliers swinging
like police batons ripping through heads
of heroes spilled on cement
marked out on the
maps of the stars
cloth cut from
old stocks of movie
still-reel dreamers
this hollywood is dead
the music plays
in the cemetary loop
you can't help but hear
during someone else's funeral
what will be your legacy
what will strangers hear in memory
what color will the grass be
when the name they
call belongs to
me.