Max met Marilyn
That year, a month
Or so before her
Suicide, before the
Beauty faded or died,
Before Warhol captured
Her for all time in multi
Pictures across the globe,
After the men had had
Their say and touch, feel,
And left her so; he’d met
Her just the once, a brief
Passing, a few words,
A smile or two, the way
She walked away from
Him with the beautiful
Butt, the eyes that brought
Light and love into a
Thousand men’s heads
And hearts, and the films
And songs, and she giving
Him that turn of head, that
Last look, that final smile,
That don’t forget me gaze,
Then the suicide, didn’t
Make sense, an oversight,
Mistake, a step too far,
But in the final drawn
Out analysis, he could
Remember her the way
She was, that day, that
Moment in time, that
Last spread of lips, those
Words of goodbye, but
Her image and memory
Lives on, and at least for
Him, she will never die.
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Thank you for sharing this with The Surreal Circus.
Nice tribute.
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