Crank-calling God
He Never Answers
Factory Work
Ultra Violet
International Velvet
Candy Darling
orbiting the halo
of the finest factory there ever was
breathing amphetamines and camera light
Rusyn ringmaster
acne-scarred
making and unmaking fame whores
writing grocery lists
crank-calling God
through a switchboard of ghosts
He does not answer.
He records.
silver. surgical.
but I’m just a little person
I don’t know
I don’t know anything
“He doesn’t answer. he records” there’s an entire story in that line!
This makes me think of “King of Hollywood” by the eagles.