The movie stars are at it again in my city
—they make me wish my language
were made of numbers. I guess I’m tired
of the way they force themselves into
the picture, when all one has to do is stand
at Hollywood and Vine and breathe the air,
the sweet smell of exhaust, and look up
at the few stars that still outshine the stars
and love Los Angeles for everything it isn’t.
I take the freeways alone most of the time.
No English countryside getting off on Venice.
No Keats ejaculating into a Grecian urn.
I envy those who hang with Blake Lively.
I mean, wouldn’t you want a girlfriend
with a name like Lively? Her jumpsuit yellow
as new street lines on a dark, canyon road.
Blake Lively breaks silence on Harvey Weinstein: “It’s important that we don’t stand for this.” [E Online]
Hollywood’s culture of abuse helped Harvey Weinstein thrive [The Hollywood Reporter]
Alejandro Escudé’s first book of poems, My Earthbound Eye, was published in September 2013. He holds a master’s degree in creative writing from UC Davis and teaches English. Originally from Argentina, Alejandro lives in Los Angeles with his wife and two children.