ICONS NAILED ON THE WALL
(For Marilyn Monroe and James Dean)
Lights and shadows on the wall,These are the icons of his youth.
How so like them to coyly disturb
A silent room, nailed on a wall.
She, reclined with a come-on grin,
He, pensive, slouched as the lost-boy
Rebel without a cause, stares east
At an Eden long lost to the giants
Who have taken over the garden
Where he lies buried with a Porsche,
His coffin of choice, a fleeting star
Gone quickly like a haunting mirage.
Could she have written that lyric
For him, this recondite Sappho,
Who was thought as a mere wiggle
Of a hip and a pucker of the lips,
Not a wicked siren in a white house
Where nothing was pure that side
Of the universe, that side of loneliness.
Bright images on a wall, still shadows.
---Albert B. Casuga04-08-14