Golden Gloss Dream

Dreams of splendor

Golden palaces

Blood red carpets unrolled



The heroes

Flying out in streams of light

Movie stars

Dancing on the streets


What a wonderful place

Where movie dust whirls and swirls

As the stars sit under the sky


Boarding the metro


Till entrance to this wonderful place is possible


Getting off the metro

Onto the tourist covered streets

Seeing mostly garish lingerie and clothes shops

Street performers

Some with no talent what-so-ever

An occasional odd place

Here and there


That glory imagined


In stars on the ground


Yet not truly important

Homeless looking men offer tours

To the homes of the stars

They say

Those who you had imagined

To be looked at

And envied



All the golden gloss and movie dust

Swept away

To reveal the land beneath

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