“and a thousand, thousand slimy things lived on
and so did I”- Samuel Coleridge
While some folks choose the James Dean way
(a short career and exquisite corpse),
as for Myself, I can but say,
and leave a loathesome carcass
that disgusts everyone to see.”
Why should you care, after all,
about your shucked-off husk?
Sad that there’s no more road-trips
and the old vehicles up on blocks but still
You had a good, long career
you’ve outlived all your rivals
and danced on their early graves,
yeah, all the Golden Boys who burned bright
for a year or two
but soon expired extinguished.
They were the Stuff that Matinee Idols are made of;
The Jesus’s and the Deans,
the Shelley’s & Valentino’s.
As for Me I was made
to comfort grieving Widows,
provide a sympathetic shoulder to cry on,
whilst I twirl the tips
of my evil mustachio’s,
and ponder tomorrow’s excesses.
The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet, President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity and an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanists AND the Church of the Universe.
Loves to be Loved.