In this dream I hang out with Perez Hilton
And we dish about people I know nothing about
Driving down Hollywood Boulevard
laughing about overdoses and broken marriages
that happened here and there
oh can you believe
and I can, because Perez tells me
and I believe Perez Hilton
I believe his meanness
and light socket shock blond hair
And when we are at his mansion
and he’s drinking, he tells me he wants to stop
and I say no, Perez
drink more.
The Perez we want might not be his best self. What a gut punch ending and an indictment of our consumer culture. Insightful and the way you wrote it was highly engaging. It makes me want to read more of your poems.
An engaging and blunt narrative! Cinematic in its details (as befits Perez Hilton and Hollywood). Thank you!