Built on envy
and city lights
The vagrant actor
alone at night
In hidden alleys
with tinsel thorns
On celluloid
new lies are born
A big screen promise
of broken dreams
The waitress car hop
on Wilshire scheme
Drugged on stardom
with toxic friends
What footlight’s start
— the darkness ends
(The New Room: June, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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- Published: June 26th, 2025 09:09
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Comments3
Well put metaphor for life as well. We all strive for recognition that is more often than not, not obtained. The falling back into darkness and oblivion. This is felt in the poem that although it has a polished surface underneath has a raw and bleeding body. Well done Kurt and a fave
Thanks. Vegas is even worse. I wrote a poem years ago called \"The Poet Of Las Vegas Boulevard.\"
The Poet of Las Vegas Boulevard
steals emotion from the night
Holding a vigil in the darkness
waiting for the light
The Poet of Las Vegas Boulevard
among the screams and homeless cries
Making rhyme of what reason has abandoned
—marking time inside the shadow of lies
(Las Vegas Boulevard: January 24, 2016)
Been to Hollywood and know of what you speak. Also, having read the comments above, I have been to Vegas and, there again, I concur. Well done, my friend! 🌹👏
Thanks again, TR.
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