It doesn't matter who you are
When the lights go out
& you find yourself naked
At the end of creation
Before redundant life plods on
In the everyday banality
Marked by occasional weirdness
Unhinging your memory
High winds dislodge you
From salvation's peak
The Fates cast sorrows
& play their oldies Pop tunes
On your brain's left side
(The one still weakly lame
From bouts with migraines)
In darkness nudity dissolves
Into yet a perfect picture
Of yourself clinging to air
Flashbulbs no longer graze
Old ground's narcotic posing
As you ascend midnight's ladder
Like Lady Lazarus rising again
It never mattered who your were
To your distant stoned lovers
Watching God's obscene movies
--Peter Magliocco
2 respuestas a «The Empty Bed of Marilyn Monroe by Peter Magliocco»
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This is a very interesting take on both the death of Marilyn Monroe and, more so to me, the death of any celebrity. Great piece of writing!
Marilyn was young and troubled and certainly exploited but we all are accountable for our choices. Yet there was a sensitivity about «this celebrity» that has always made me sad and made me feel as if she never had a chance.
Yet, your point is well taken. I love great actors and movies but when one passes, we feel sad. Hundreds of people may have died the same day and somehow it has always felt wrong to me to show so much attention to one human versus so many innocent humans that die daily.
LatinosUSA 
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