Who Among Us Are Stars

Kelly Klein’s Underworld, Hollywood black and white, who among us are stars
Born Ramone, drank up Phillip Seymour Hoffman, made love to Hunter S. Thompson
Thief of hearts, where the red dressed gallery girls go, you’ll find a Madilyn Monroe
Social Media queen, she catches fire from flames that travel through the air
She rides horses, young British teenaged models posing, tank tops, underwear

In Berlin whispers about art hunks and art stars, what will they wear to the Biennial
Facebook friends with suicide rockstar from hell, she almost dies every other day
New York summer, we do drugs and fuck, walk the Metropolitan taking pictures
Night roster, tall legged blondes, fire starters wearing baseball caps back to front

New Jersey, heavy metal station, Puerto Rican boys driving through Lawrence Harbor
Latin lovers for mafia divas, met a sensation on the train, it was her ass I was talking to
Married with kids, she reeled me in, brought me into her bull pen, email love letters
I hadn’t decided if I wanted to die, bullet to the head, but a love affair with a Jersey girl
Woulda had me swimmin’ with the fishes, falling for twins, Mary Kate and Asley Olsen

Look-alikes at Heaven on Earth, I stood crunched and beaten, personified dimentia
Into my Washington Heights apartment they came, flowers in hand, gift for a god
The Olsens, under duress, walking my loft in Michael Kors, wasting time on my futon
Parasitic sociopath, strolled these girls where garbage men of society sat to gamble
In a room with French doors, I videotaped them reading words I had sacrificed for

Took on the persona of defeated girls who came and went, begged me not to fuck them
Trash he heaved out this door were not these beautiful ones, he called himself soldier
Vietnam Veteran, I marched these girls through, he often reminisced about Amsterdam
Black man from old America, when a black man could not look a white man in the eye
He drove around in Porsches with natural blonde women, got high on cocaine and pills
Made love to these women for hours it seemed, watched them cum, counting orgasms

Who among us are stars, he would have given everything to have known my girlfriends
Spent the nights slaying, telling stories about a Jewish girl, like ripping off her flesh
Taking turns having at it, her arms and legs, starving hyenas in a marijuana room
Mad Man of Dyckman Street, horror boys in Rocka Fella, gang raping seventeen
I sat with shirtless skins, long haired white boys, imitating The Allman Brothers

Raised on robbery, Dominican street boys spray paint graffiti on apartment door
God fearing roommate threatened to kill, ran to the East Village, Mondo New York
Stranger than Paradise, white money on Ave. B, Latin girls listen to Slayer on Ave. D
Pink Warhols, barhopping with Dash Snow wannabes, they wear their fame like wigs
Platinum under mirror balls, fallen dead on tracks of the L subway line another day

Romeo Blue, call it desire, gallerist’s girlfriend thinks you’re hot, she wants to make it
Run for your life from the hyper realists, walk like Bond, giving good life to their wives
None of them has ever owned a gun, gotten into a fight, just got beat up for stash
But who among us are stars, brass balled wannamaker, life taker, call it a strange condition
I was born this way, gifted, idolized by the crack whores, painting muses, American ingenues