Tribute to Hollywood

Sticky sheer
Limelight haze
on my undulating horizon

I'm only called Hollywood
because I can spread my legs faster
than every starving
actress on Sunset Blvd.

I don't mind living on my knees.

-at least I know what the world could be made of-

cheap plots
and sleazy dialogue that only
wants to be up my skirt
that I hiked too high on purpose.

let me wipe my mouth clean,
and smile pretty for the camera,

"Oh how talented you are," they breathe
and move their fingers
a little higher
and a little faster
around my cinematography.

I'll take the climax,
the award
and I'd like to thank
everyone who made this
possible.

Because I am the
best mind-fuck,
on this side of the red light.