Lost Horizon

Mike Bell/ January 16, 2021/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Oona O’Neill held her milk
for photographers as Jerry
wrote her love letters from
his posting – she married a
tramp in California/ Quick
to war’s renamed beaches
where Utah fell to fields &
on to Paris & introduced to
E Hemingway –  his reader –
& then bodies [not buried]
reading sculpted savagery/
New York was a battlefield
scarred by old phoniness/
His bunker sucked him in –
hunkered at unread words
[Holden did him – he said]

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