The Academy Awards are on, The Television tonight; The Parade of The Painted Faces ensues:

The Stylish, The Wealthy, The Roguish, The Famous, The Gifted, The Campaigners, The Hyper-Competitive, The Pretenders to, The Throne, The Thrown, The Anorexic, The Acid-Breathed Bulimics, The Chronically Jonesing, The Addicted, The Pushy, The Needy, The Desperate, The Disparaging, The Hurt, The Harried, The Lonely, The Sad, The Jewel Encased Faces, The Cool Eyes screaming, The Silent Diamond Bars, The Calculating, The Knaves, The Hungry, The Princesses, The Living, The Almost Dead, The Gem River rippling, The Pearl Tipped Waves, The Glowing Host, The Rock Bodies, The Polished, The Hard, The Cracked, The Broken, The Tender, The Rug of Red, The Stiletto Steps, The Chosen Ones.

the dust of stars long faded, the glittery litter of diamonds turned to stone...
The Television hisses and cycles down, twin helical thunderbolts zag, top to bottom.

From the center of ringing-ear silence, its dead grey mirror-eye frames, The Image of, My Tiny Lamp, My Dogeared Book, and Me...

02/25/2007

Author's Note: I wrote this after the Oscars, a year ago. Things seem about the same...

Posted on 02/25/2008
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