In Redhawk's 90 new poems, his unrelenting voice is honest, unapologetic and exhilarating. Whether he is telling a funny story or indicting Western civilization, Redhawk lays bare the pain and ecstasy of the human condition. Admirers of his three previous collections will be further moved by this new book, and newcomers will find a voice that speaks to each soul.
Getting Famous
Young men and women do not be fooled
by the dealers in dreams.
They would have you believe
that if only your work gets seen
by the right person, somehow
fame will shower you.
It's a trick, a con; everyone
is drowning, no one is special, no one
knows how the Light works or
why it is suddenly on them.
Give no thought to fame,
you are being taken in by lies,
seduced by the promise of order
just beneath the surface and
if you just make the right moves then
you will fit in, you will be
one of them
who is loved by the millions.
There is no love in fame;
it drains you dry and then it
spits your carcass into a ditch.
There is no order to fame, it is
chaos, 3 people waiting for a bus
and a car out of control
strikes the middle one.
You can't outsmart it. If it wants you
it will find you wherever you are
and if it doesn't then
even if you step in front of it, still
it will strike the person in the middle and leave you standing there
waiting for the bus.
