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Monday, April 27, 2009

The Mad Turk



Immigrant artist
hermiting
in the toilet section

of Hollywood,
full of passion,
swollen with desires,
encircled by flaccid fates,
wants to make a movie,
wants to paint a picture
that'll touch the world
and remind it that he's here.

The crazy sombitch
is clawing his way up
to the Hollywood Hills

one tiny victory,
one saved dollar,
one discounted paintbrush,
one underground paycheck
at a time.

His soul yearns
for a three chip
digital video camera,

broadcast quality;
gonna be the breakthrough
to record his artist's daydreams.

It's there in his sight,

tantalizingly just out of reach
behind the pricetag.

His brain is burning
just like a dragstrip tire.
He's trapped up there
in his sixth floor studio
and no matter what he does,
he just can't seem to get any traction . . .
his wheels of desire
spinning and burning,
spinning and burning.

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