Beyond the Valley of the Dolls
︎︎︎ Zachary Swezy
︎ Mar 31, 2025
Morning empty
like a head. Lewd,
disgusting, you step
on an egg.
Any party
starts when
you get there,
giving body to the ritual.
Noisy, noisy. Gassy, classy.
Very dirty, a living show.
See the ferns in the bath?
Los Angeles can be a
jungle or a heavy
scene. People can die
of thirst in Beverly Hills.
Red hollow
bodies, red drums,
recorded. Miraculous
rock. What’s not
to dig?
A man says, “Up yours,
Ratso.” Forgive him.
Gas, a guilt, a jilt.
Love on the beach. Someone
says, “Why don’t you fuck Freud?
if you love shame so much.”
Then we learn The Blondes
run Hollywood. They never lose.
A lens sharpens,
clarifies and bursts!
Look on up.
Sunrise is a direction.
It can weigh on you.
You can find it gleaming,
tragedy can strike
in the form of an
errant sandbag,
an edge,
or a
pregnant pause.
Goodness can blind
us to the ugly
and the pain.
The blade can go
snicker snack.
The God of
time can eclipse
the game and
swordplay can be
punctuated.
like a head. Lewd,
disgusting, you step
on an egg.
Any party
starts when
you get there,
giving body to the ritual.
Noisy, noisy. Gassy, classy.
Very dirty, a living show.
See the ferns in the bath?
Los Angeles can be a
jungle or a heavy
scene. People can die
of thirst in Beverly Hills.
Red hollow
bodies, red drums,
recorded. Miraculous
rock. What’s not
to dig?
A man says, “Up yours,
Ratso.” Forgive him.
Gas, a guilt, a jilt.
Love on the beach. Someone
says, “Why don’t you fuck Freud?
if you love shame so much.”
Then we learn The Blondes
run Hollywood. They never lose.
A lens sharpens,
clarifies and bursts!
Look on up.
Sunrise is a direction.
It can weigh on you.
You can find it gleaming,
tragedy can strike
in the form of an
errant sandbag,
an edge,
or a
pregnant pause.
Goodness can blind
us to the ugly
and the pain.
The blade can go
snicker snack.
The God of
time can eclipse
the game and
swordplay can be
punctuated.
Zachary Swezy is uncomfortable flexing his linktree.