Dream Poem 32: Sharon Stone

Pretty, pretty Sharon Stone
Slick back hair
dives cleanly from the top deck of the boat
Into the sea
as the ship begins its slow descent
engulfed by a calm sea.

Before her flying fish pronouncing
‘and my name is Emma Golden’.

Once lead guitarist of an all-girl rock band
She’d grown up as part of the tribe beautifully.

Eddie Murphy escaped, also part of the clan.


But Tom Cruise – rejected, went down with the ship, doomed and frustrated. 

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