Mae West on MySpace

I can almost hear her voice
beckoning
to, “Come up
and see me sometime”
Sequins shine, hugging
curves which went
out of fashion, back when
coffee still cost a dime.

Her profile reads like
a back room novel;
her interests: mostly
of sex
And friends, so many
great Hollywood stars,
with the add of an
occasional ex.

Her blogs recall
tales of a torrid life,
a scandalous
litany.
Provocative pics,
though unmistakably
puckish,
my favorite: with W.C.

I am tempted to write,
to say I’m a fan,
and in truth, I
almost did.
But I stop when I
realize that all I’ve just seen,
is the work of
a twelve year old kid.