A Taste of Fame

A taste of fame
microscopic
a little glow from my tiny flame
And sure enough
lost and troubled souls began to circle
hungry for warmth

They think they know you
from the lies you sold
the way you mixed the paint
those clumsily broad brush strokes…

A flash of talent
minuscule 
in its dimmish burst
Surely then, they shuffle closer
neglected, in need of light
hoping for a glimmer
of your humanness
or the residual heat
from a fire you once described

Convinced they know you
without asking any questions
assuming everything
from a scene you span
so many years ago

O, vanity, vanity
you’ll be the death of me…

[2020]

Thanks for reading.

All my poems.

Published by

Tom Alexander

"Art is a lie that tells the truth"

7 thoughts on “A Taste of Fame”

    1. Oh absolutely. I think anyone who is lucky enough to have people take an interest in their work finds it very humbling. I know I do. This one is more about the the darker side of fandom; a self-destructive souls that come around thinking you owe them something while wanting to be part of the story. And they burn your fingers. Thanks for reading, I am always grateful.

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