STARLET
Gold and bubbly
like a flute
of Champaign,
faded like
an empty glass?
Laughter rises
as bubbles pop;
but the sobs fall
as glass breaks.

The life
of a starlet
left in the
darkening skies.

Lovers as rare
as expensive liquor
caress her bed,
and tickle her nose.
But they all leave
just as cheap
as that from a tap;
fleeing the daylight
and renewed lies.

The life
of a starlet
left in the
lonely nights.

An empty bottle
sits on the
bedside table,
waiting…
A beautiful blonde
lays among sheets
waiting
to rest on a
cold metal slab.

The life
of a woman
left alone
to burn out.

05/01/04