Moonchild Diva Poems

I know her.
Once she was a young beauty
but now she's an old woman.
Once she was full of hot rising sap
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The rainbow and the ravens
made me feel hopeful,
as they always do.
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There’s a breeze blowing
through the Hollywood Hills tonight,
whispering secrets to the trees,
and I’m climbing a stairway to the stars,
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The buttons on my shoes won’t stop staring at me,
and I’ve taken the pins from my hair.
I feel some kind of futuristic pull, singing in the air.
I don’t remember who I am or what I wanted to find,
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I met the dead poet in a Mexican cafe,
I knew him right away.
Some say he disappeared,
that he never died,
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Come out of the picture,
it seems like you can.
It seems like you smile at me
every now and then.
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I sat on the pirate's headstone with a sandwich after a walk,
I heard his voice say he didn't mind as long as we could talk,
and he told me all about the days
when he was young and bold,
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I don't like to look in mirrors
anymore.
She looks back at me,
she isn't me,
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My father made it home from the war with just a touch of insanity,
married, made children, four including me
and he never had to wonder if his brother made it out alive,
his brother was shot, in the back, by the cops, in 1929,
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In the 60s, World War II vets weren't like anyone else,
and so my Father and I didn't get along.
Catholic school girls are pretty screwed up, too,
so we were probably a lot alike.
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