Macabre black-clouds shroud
silver-screen city's revolving
Blitz-Krieg productions
Larry 'the wolf man'
soft-stalks Hollywood's alleyways...
wolfbane in his tux
a shadow-band plays
to a head-less audience...
mimes of Wagner's ghost
glazed-eyes dart about
the palm-trees, lined-up like tombs,
from The Sushi Shrine
bats line dawn tree-limbs,
beat lines pack the plasma bank...
the salesman shivers
sucked white of live-thought,
zombie 'rumors' gore the halls
of top studios
within bio-dome,
the bi blue-mohawked 'it' girl
blasts handsome robots
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