For Waylon

Those people in the tabloids
behind the stars,
human shadows whose shadows
especially leave no trace—
those people know
the dark side of fame,
like an infant
knows the blurriness around her.
Incredibilities fan out
like any connection hungoverly explored:
foot-bone connected to the shoe-bone
shoe-bone connected to the dirt-bone
and so on—
but a famous man knows
the least of fame.
Who can comprehend the element that sustains him?
No, singer. It is we
who breathe next to fame
who describe it best,
and because we do what we can
it's all we do, every day.
In Order to Commit Suicide
Jason Morphew

In Order to Commit Suicide

Jason Morphew

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