to the friend with soap star dreams

[Steve]

long winded
mouth like a scab
empathy driven
charity case
pathetic disembodiedment

pebble eyes
looking holy ghost
searching for sights
bloated roadside carcass mind won't
ever
conjure:
can't dabble with details
always hung up
between the lines
the fishermen drop
with hopes of collecting
mindless guppies
or heartless tuna
that your empty eyes
blend so well with.

shouldn't try
subculture
subsociety

reiderate
regurgatate
your set lines
to the seated stomaches
who applaud with clenched assholes.

long winded
mouth like a scab
set yourself up for your
soap operas,
luck shine down,
may be a cameo,
just remember
during the shows no notes are hit
only after, with your pride in their fists,
will your fellow cast all sing falsetto.

god damn
your depthless cavernous crater eyes
cause through your talk of Young
all can see the sentences are the same
"Tailored suits! Limosuines! Champagne in a loft in SoHo!"

my friend,
if that's what you want,
that road to walk, keep your greasy palms face down
cause round those bends, the greed never
ends.