Like A Shining beacon in the Sky
An attraction to animals and fireflys
And various humans with different talents
Be our hinterhands, our winterlands , or grazing lands.
Be our home. Let the Stars Land Gently On Your Runways.
Tinseltown. Rock, Hewn out of the hills. Now Listen.
This land this fame, the coastal epiphany is closed
no more. Throw Open Your doors before the temperature
rises to above 451 inconveniently. Dancers, artists, thieves.
Actors, Directors, Leaves all flutter on by in this fairies dream.
Take a hold of the nearest hand and dance off into wonderland.
Or send in your scripts, get on the right lists and continue on the road
to celluloid hard disc immortality or bread and butter to you and me. Be prepared: the
story never ends and pieces fall into place from all over the place and time. All standing in
line legs swinging, bells ringing, chins held high in a procession you have never seen the
like since the nineteen thirties roared into being over a century ago. Check your Rolodex
email and see World Peace is scheduled in for 3:30. Make a cancellation for glee. or the
Never Ending Party now going on in the valley.
