Stupid as a movie star, I was
someone else’s idea: So I went all formal
and took everything seriously. Now I have learned
that this is ordinary object impermanence,
this divided soul. This fort-da, this yes-no,
this him-and-him-and-him-and-him.
A regular chorale of past and future errors
swells beneath my feet: This is my theme song
in every picture, each gaudier than the one before,
with the pencil lines around my eyes darker,
soon I will be the lone and lorn raccoon tossing lire
to the randy boys of Rome.
Once the money is gone who will bring it back.