“Marilyn, My Marilyn”

“Marilyn, My Marilyn”

There she lives inside this movie

A misfit face up on the screen

And her soft voice that I’m still hearing

Alive and well, in mise-en-scène

She’s standing tall before de Kooning

Impossible to be erased

With an arc so wild and swerving

And lipstick in its perfect place

But to the flame that licks eternal,

Or monuments that mock the wind,

From the lines of tossed script pages

Come whispered warnings ‘neath the din