Fall from Grace

I once directed blockbusters.

I use to eat at Spagos.

I shopped at Barneys, and a Tailor shaped each article of clothing with all my measurements in mind.

I drank champagne with the high and mighty. I danced with women draped in glittery stones, and men callers came whenever I rang for them.

I was rich. I was famous. I was somebody.

I use to order room-service at the four seasons.

Chocolate cakes and tender meats, crisp salads and delicate cocktails that pleasantly stung the lips and warmed the stomach.

I ran charities for homeless dogs, and planned fundraisers for presidents. I drove around in a shiny new car every week, and twice on the weekends.

Plastic surgery was a phone call away, and old age seemed miles behind me. I was eternally young, eternally energized and eternally popular.

I was rich, I was famous. I was somebody.

I use to direct blockbusters. I had the world on a string.

Roberts? No problem. Jolie? Just say when.

They came when I called. They left when I flopped. Their ghosts still remain.

One hundred million was not enough. The studio wanted two. I use to splash up special effect, now I can't afford to affect myself.

They don't want me to be here anymore. My movies didn't soar, they told me. My movies cost too much. And I'm yesterday's news.

I use to direct blockbusters.

I eat at Wendys now.

I shop at Wal-Mart, and wear my clothes two sizes too small.

I eat leftovers from the fridge.

The women dance for me, but they are half-naked on a stage, tired and uninterested. The male callers hang up. I still waiting.

My room-service is take-out, the meat is tough, the salad soggy and the drinks always lukewarm.

The high and mighty don't remember me, the charities can't recall. I don't raise money for presidents, I only raise enough for myself.

The wealth is gone, the cars are gone. Old age finally found me, and I can't stop its wrinkled touch.

I look in the mirror and everything seems blurred.

I once was rich

I once was famous.

Now I'm broke and no one remembers my name.

I was somebody once.

I directed blockbusters.

I was somebody.

The cars. The homes. The life. The illusions of matter.



Now I direct porn.