Imagine being nameless among the rich folk and the famous
waiting for the ship that never seems to come,
when you know one day discovered is the same as being lifeless so you tighten up the thumbscrews that you keep for these occasions
and the public who are star struck sit and share the paparazzi with the wolves from that old fairy tale you read in second grade.
I imagine nothing but the lights that shine out on the Broadway nights outside the Chinese restaurant,

impaled upon the point of no return with no concern for grace and favours spat back in my face
my prints forever sealed into the sidewalks of the dream.

catch me at the matinee
come and see the latest play
or switch back to a yesterday,
imagine that you're famous