Friday, September 9, 2011

money/fame

The poet longed
for money
and fame.
"My lines"
he thought,
"will bring me
all that I desire."

He died,
soon thereafter.
Penniless.
Alone.

3 comments:

Chris Andrews said...

meh

Chris Roberts said...

i like it, i feel like its how we (as writers, or artists, or whatever) feel like at times.

i used like three times in a sentence, thats probably not good. long week.

Edward Yoo said...

I like the straight forward presentation: it compliments the blunt truth of the matter, thus diminishing the probability of the poet's wild dreams.