Fame

Art by: Bruno Wagner

Copper coins dance

Inside her irises,

A gyroscope

Spinning infidelities,

Pieces of self soaked

In rice wine vinegar,

Pieces of self bloated

And hemorrhaging

Stacked haphazardly

Into the pixels

Of an electroluminescent

Alter ego

*

She is a myth

That no one seeks

To translate

A forgery

That when disclosed

Would unmask

The world

*

A cavernous heart

Seeking regard

Reveals only

That which appalls

Infamy

Has a longer shelf life

Than virtue

She is a mirror

Of humanities

Unclaimed beliefs

*

Youth fears inversion

The wisdom that quiets

Impulse

The burden

Of moral acquisition

And poetic cohabitation

She is a heroine

Immodestly dressed

A villain

Recycled in tabloids

*

She fears the concavity

Of those sinuous curves

Which sulk

And in lamentation

Cease

The seething inertia

Of a smug defeat

She fears sleep

For the public

Forgets

So quickly

The muse

Under which

They dream

*

She is the summit

A delusion of grandeur

Reinforced

By a vociferous audience

The media is cannibalistic

She’ll be consumed

By her fame

By the loneliness bred

In its shadows

She is not herself

Unlovable

A covetous Ego

Alters the gravity

Of her soul

She is

Earth and sky

Fathomless

And

Peerless

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