“…I would have liked to love you,
but I was just a kid…”
“Goodbye Norma Jeane
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name
Burn relentlessly until your juice runs dry!
Cold water hardens wax
to form shape.
A shadow is cast,
from a candle’s light,
flickering in a fleeting moment.
Without a Candle,
Marylin would have never seen
the wind blow.
Without darkness,
the moon would not wax.
Dark as her sudden silence seemed,
and as remarkable as JFK’s birthday, song’s tease,
the wick of the candle is sometimes trimmed away.
