On a dark street marked "Hollywood"
Down a dirty, garbage-laden alley
'Neath the glow of a smog-downed moon
Limping to the door
To knock three times in code
Bump-ba Bump
Snake-eyes open through a throat-cut slit
Query
"What's the password? "
"Take no prisoners."
Chuckle. Chuckle.
Door unlocks.
"Come on in and join the party.
We've been waiting for you."
Fade to black.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in Gone Hollywood, Indelible Mark Publishing,2011)
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