& married her               founder of
                          missionaries                fond of the CA
                       sun          Babs              saintly                joiner she lit a joint,
                    but why a                                    Cuban cooch dancer
        met                 going down to Rio sit down w/                            us in ur
     Hollywood
                            my fondest         HOLLYWOODLAND                          
                                                    memories are of
               green                                                explosions  ­           u can find Babs in the dark cuz                        she glows
                      patron                     saint of
                                                          explos­ions        hills mansion&
                                        war,          like
     all the                              right parties                   Ares                            but cooler than a                       cooch
                                    dancer;
                   saint Barbara,                                        we call her Babs down
              at the club in Miami where the warriors starve

Midnight's **** society only                                       exists
on the news where daughters                                      quantum
hidden mankind's older snooch                                                  winds  
meets & kills the plastic ******'s                                                  warm
leaves calling free bra-wearing                                                  ange­l  
in ******* on Einstein Hill's computer                                            ice
stockings hair magic drugs                                               playstand
literally waves sand goddesses                                                        ­ cops
died w/ their senses buried & stood         at                                            the
table beating the shadows of the desert
farts of the English mom's revolution                                                       ­   in
Paris, her daughter's ****** a thin                  bar                                        ­      for
the birth of                                                       flames

yeh I've seen the naked selfies                                        
of the A-list star;
                                                who could complain about                                                      Hollyw­ood
culture since it seems to be based
on ****** exploitation behind              the                                          ­          
                                                      ­               scenes
& what comes out                                                              ­    on the movie
                      screens is wasteful                                                   garbage
            of the girl sent around the                                                              ­   world;
               yeh we all know she's no                                                               ­    ******
        & will never be but someday                                         she may be a saint
it is said. Hamas makes                                                  martyrs
                                   of the Palestinian people             said the
desi wife of the macho fashion                                                          ­        
                     plate;
                                                                     she's only one more sacrificial  
                                                   goat on the alter of Baal,               this we
                            also know about what on a man's                                           mind;
                                           he's no one we know but the sun                         still                                  rises

Soul searching staring into the mirror makes
as much sense as closing ur eyes & shaving.