24 Hours Again

In the corner
In the margin
In a bubble, he is writing
and he’s thinking about
the places where he’s been.
It’s all still life
It’s all movement
It’s all living and it’s dying
and he’s watching it all funnel through
down to the very end.
He’s a conduit
He wants fame
He’s traveling in new circles
but the circles, they stay circles
around and round again.
In the morning
In the evening
It’s all the same on the tv
and he’s watching Michael Jackson
24 hours again.
To get your fifteen
Minutes of fame
You have to pay the price:
Kill the right people
Kill yourself in the end.