dreams,
all black&white and breathless
looking,
all old-movie classic new-
wave charm.
all fashion sense and
suave seduction, as
dripping essence of depravity
hangs close in below the edge.
his fingers stroke the TV
screen and he sniffs the
air for cigarettes,
trying to break on through
and take a part.
he wants that city to be
his stage and his catwalk
and so he wants to get
a ticket, travel there,
but couldn't handle it
at all
if he discovered it to be
a prison just like this.
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