Hollywood as a Teaching Tool

All the lies you have yet to tell yourself staring death in the
          face until one of you blinks

The afternoon caves-in as she looks right thru you & boy
          you wonder where those eyes have been

The ideal of patience grates on the zipper of your resolve

Walking downhill backwards Taqueria Las Palmas corner of
          Nowhere & Pacific, Jim

Lights on the pier as the fog rolls in

Sounds cross the mind easy seeming as she says embalmed
          in velvet