The Misfits
A flash of lightning on
Marilyn Monroe's back
lights up the desert sky
on the set,
as
Clark Gable
shifts his weary weight
on an impatient
mustang.
This will be his last showdown
Here are the ghosts
of beauty and
pain,
almost gone.......
Twined together
for our greedy consumption,
We reap their Golden Years,
thirsting
for that lost oasis
that once was....
Cinema.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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