Forgotten Hollywoodland (To Kenny)

My lips hide words behind a brightly painted mask of who I think I was

I peek in a dream to see all my Hollywoodland rapidly tip over into a bare ravine that I could not even crawl out of

Like James Dean crashing his Porsche Spyder head-on
Like Marilyn Monroe face down in her satin pillow

I am dead
Until I find out who I really am, and why I am here telling you the truth of what I seek.