SUNSET BOULEVARD: for Gloria Swanson (poem)

SUNSET BOULEVARD:

–for Gloria Swanson

On the thin rope between desire and madness

strung above her moldering once opulent mansion

the old movie queen struts over and over

stumbling at times but recovering quickly,

forever to crave the lights and cameras,

those wonderful people out there in the dark,

always prepared for the next close-up,

pistol in hand to hush anyone who’d dare say

the audience left decades ago.

Gloria, aka the great Norma Desmond,

you must have realized how much alike

the two of you. And knew about the rush

of lingering wishes

even as death’s footsteps rapidly approach

from just beyond camera range.

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