David-Matthew Barnes is a widely published poet, and he wrote and directed the indie flick Frozen Stars. His next film, Rock It Girl, will be out next year. Visit his website for more. |
The Town Star When your Daddy was Giving his sermon on sin and temptation, You were lighting up Marlboro's Behind the church and taking The biggest drag on your life. Letting Billy feel you up, Because the tighter the skirt, The more they loved you. You told everyone in town That someday - yeah, someday soon You'd be a singer, A rock star, A Hollywood movie Rebel come true. What vision clouded your mind When you were down On your knees For Billy and the boys. A private parade, A joke out of hand, In an old, dusted barn. A shotgun to your skull. Were you the shiny star Of a million wet High school dreams? I was there the day Your Daddy spoke in church. Your Mama - she wore her white gloves. I heard the murmur of the town As we wept through your eulogy And how we realized You would never get your wings. Room 13 You brought me here, You son of a bitch. You couldn't stand to be alone. Lay me down. You think you're so cool, thick, Like your wallet. The carpet is the color of rotten apricots. I can hear orgasms through the wall. Scares me a little, to look at you. I have to go now. I have a bus to catch. Thanks for the ashtray. (c) 2002 David-Matthew Barnes |
David-Matthew Barnes is a widely published poet, and he wrote and directed the indie flick Frozen Stars. His next film, Rock It Girl, will be out next year. Visit his website for more. |
