Marilyn Monroe




Marilyn Monroe
August 5, 1962


the nightmare
a tortured poet
the manic fear
an imperfection

half-drugged eyes
under the lids
of teal shadows

Marilyn’s face
dissolved in ink
used
by men of ambiguous
capacities

hers was no common
emptiness
her self-consciousness
was really her infatuation
with her own fame

in perfect solitude
there is a lasting fire




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