Poems by David L O’Nan “Your Hollywood isn’t For Chronic Dust Bunnies” & “Watercolour Smile”

Your Hollywood Isn’t For Chronic Dust Bunnies

Now you are Mr. Munchausen Syndrome
With Cherry lemonade cigarettes
A fingerprint criminal
In a dusty Hollywood fog
You want to be invisible
Then spotlight you,
To be invincible
Stamp your ghosts,
Resonate your wails
Infect me with the theatrics
Detach me from my mind
So, in stride you can love me
For all my wrongs
View me from the tiny box
Where you rest like a silky angel –
In the clouds
Realize I am the authority
With a puncture
I can melt you down to wax
Ahh, my Hollywood
Is built in the forest to the plains
My glamour,
White teeth wonders
Are just diseases under the demon’s shawl


He lived in the saloons, the old haunts
On the Edge of Kentucky
Lived dangerously like burning pianos
Now, an old man with a Periwinkle cough
In flannel grief
Paint stains on his pocket
A chronic condition
A heavenly gate breaks
Enter in where the shadows can’t
Oh, my where does he fall now?
Chasing angels with my watercolour smile
A masterpiece evolved to clouds

photo on unsplash.com from Vera Gorbunova

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios: David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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