Star

by

Rick Bandy

So who am I to you tonight?
A gilded name and a list of hits?
A strut through the masses of tits and asses
Wearing the Queen-for-a night crown?
A flesh-rocket ride to glory among your peers?

Me, I’m just a road weary warrior.
Traveling the ear-ringing miles of that
Downhill slide back to Obscurity.
Watching the crowds thin.
Doing my best to feign passion
And wondering where I got lost.
Gravel throat, hamburger hands.
And dim whispers of memory
That once there was fire in these bones.

Now I’m just holding on.
So you barter with your body.
I’ll be trading on my fame.
It looks like we’ll do business.

Tomorrow, just before the awkward parting,
Maybe you’ll help me remember
What day it is.

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from: Windsor, ON, CA

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