Dreams
 
Miss Barrymore,
glancing over your shoulder,
you're a starlet,
a beauty.
Miss Barrymore,
spread that red lipstick
onto your lips and
blow us all a kiss.
 
When you look over
your shoulder,
shooting your eyes around,
you show us
the gateway to your soul,
deep and full of sorrow.
Thanks to the press,
your childhood mishaps
were amplified
across the world.
 
 
Sorrow
 
The parakeet flies
Up into the heavens high
Leaving sorrow here.
 
 
Music
 
Music flowing out
the doors into the hallways
creates emotion.