Flame.
I saw you. Treading.
Spirit swelling hungry.
Growing and spreading
Like a disease.
Illuminating places.
Fascinating faces.
Consuming with ease.
Then dwindled and died.
Shame.
Swindled and lied.
Stealing energies to
Feed your selfish appetite.
Volatile infection.
Merely a projection.
Mirror
Of another reflection.
Ephemeral erection.
Came.
You play rock and roll.
Talent.
I see straight through your soul.
Transparent.
You call yourself a poet.
But you're just a performer,
Running out of tricks.
Faking and fending for your fix.
Fame.
Like all the rest.
Without a name,
You're all the same.
Living for everyone else.
Make a decision for yourself.
Blame.
If you're an artist
Give me poetry.
All over me.
No one wants your story.
They want your head.
No one wants your story
Until you've bled.
You go aimless.
You go nameless,
Until you're dead
Game.
-mmd 2011.
Photograph by Eric Alter, 2016.