Downbeat Tigress Blues

Sweet vengeance for a teenage starlet
hip now in such patient ecstasy
hoary whispers in your seashell ear
beckon to fallen idols from celluloid screens
& parade them before vestments
shed in soiled offering to await

The gang-bang grail of your appearance
too doped-up even for Hollywood
blood a dark cocktail
wrung from some used sex
the paparazzi find hope

Decaying in outright
stardom,
a magical levitation
across the body
of a once
believer

Listening
to drum rolls
fucking her every which way sideways too

her essence
melds
truth

into
the
broth of a flash-popping
bad
scene

by Peter Magliocco