monday song #53: close-up

lyrics

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william holden is face down in the swimming pool.

the police arrive followed by the press.

flashbulbs pop. questions go unanswered.

gloria swanson creeps down the stairs. an elderly spider, patient, arms held at unnatural angles, ready to dance or cast a spell. her head tilts off center; her once lovely face pulled tight by a humming tension. her moment, her final scene, the climax. read more >

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