Orphan

I want to walk into the Hotel Cipriani in Venice Cigarette holder dangling Two sleek greyhounds on Leashes, grey cape over My shoulders, movie starlet On my arm, tons of baggage Stickers, everywhere famous A postage stamp collection Is this some macho desire? Maybe a curiously held goal? I now have the insight Identification, an answer Years puzzling, wondering why Knowledge of a vision I cling to, hold so dear A Hollywood creation Two faced Janus, illusions Delusions, painted reality Of heart's hope, bright eyed Unclaimed orphan With a raw heart.