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Lost Angelino: Hollywood 101 by Marillion
 Category:  Biographical Poetry
  Posted: March 7, 2014      Views: 190

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Marillion is David Nelson Bradsher, a self-constructed Byronic Hero (or Zero), flawed but well-meaning, simple but paradoxical, and still a work in progress.

He graduated from the University of North Carolina (Chapel Hill) in 1989 with a B - more...

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I used to say, while driving Hollywood,
The 101 has every demographic—
The beauties—more in tune with looking good
Than fretting over stacked-up, backed-up traffic—

Those surfers—still so mellow when they drove—
The rappers and the rockers, who would blast
Their Blaupunkt systems as they honked and wove
Like demons with a soundtrack when they passed.

The nouveau riche — in their Italian toys
Amid the older models past their primes
(Archaic cars that belched and bellowed noise
Like dinosaurs from prehistoric times).

The limousines would seem to stretch for years—
The pimped-up rides had chromed-out, spinning spokes
And rear-view mirrors decked with chandeliers.
The stoners rode in groups while sharing tokes.

I’d sit in gridlock, bored, and look around,
Observing others through surreal exhaust,
And think, I wonder where you all are bound—
Am I the only fool who’s truly lost?

 

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Quatrains in iambic pentameter.

In the 90's, I was a Lost Angel, and the 101 was part of my route to Burbank.
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