Cold Stars

Spelling mysteries in the sacristy of black and white, Cold star celebrity inevitably revealed at night, Fifteen earth minutes seems so infinite in dreams of fate, White-line fever, tightrope snorting on the interstate. The kiss of destiny detestably with pecks of ice, The screenplay strategy works linearly with plot device, Bleak endless tragedy and comedy of camera click, Teenage depressions and confessions so depraved and sick. Party streamers weeping screamers on a teeming stage, Dumb ass dreamers wait on tables in a frenzied rage, Fifteen fame minutes when you spin it buys both love and bliss, It doesn’t get, nor can it mean, a fraction more than this.