how to get kicked out of the chateau

 

the year was 1987! was that bar marmont before balzars?

the ground shook under craig ellwood’s bungalow,

but it could never be remodelled beyond recognition.

it was the end of the road, where the party came to die,

where paths never cross, and meetings never take place,

when the chateau marmont still had the illusion of illusion.

alone slowly sipping a sun goddess stoically single, fancied up,

sunset kisses surrounded by vanity mirrors ending in pimm’s cup,

turning heads, painting faces, leaving no regrets on the floor,

nostalgia for nostalgias’ sake at vintage whiskey, troc, and classic cat.

settle for this, never settle for that like starlets, before and after belushi.

never drop a name, never ask for autographs, never stand in line.

be the signature on the body shop. stage between remakes,

where is original, where are the outtakes splashed on the screen?

regurgitating the same tired old dream, repaired and maintained.

been there, knocked on the door to somewhere! partied the mansion.

got in trouble in the land of make believe, read all about that folly,

intruder’s screenplay, “if you must get in trouble, it is the place to be!”

folded in the center at 8221 sunset boulevard, where stories start and end.

haunted and pretended, even visited your sister in ambroise, like rita.

wishing on the walk of stars to saunter through your doors again.

“welcome back to the chateau marmont, come as your are…”

this work was also produced inside your hallowed walls.  

still trying to get kicked out of the chateau before last call!