Hollywood Hellos
A lost parade of chances, marching in
To save the lefties, virgins all in red;
Untying timeless trials they can’t win,
Until estranged and socially unwed.
Distorted webs of lucid dreams stay trapped
In pot-luck buffets and one unlocked day:
Set free to taste the peace of nerves unsnapped;
To revel over high school years that stray.
A dangerous divorce from happy past,
Unbearable for future calls to home;
With peers, alliances aren’t meant to last—
And when deterred by friends, you’re on your own.
When breaking ties that mean to bind for life,
You’re bound to die choking on dated strife.
Copyright © 2009 N.E. Tasker
