Delusion’s Signposts

There were signposts
along the way.

Any missed?

Now…

Marooned in a paradise,
a reputation growing,
how glorious the surge.

From such distant darkness did he come,
traversing mountains of agent ice,
rivers of producer rage,
temperate zones of starlet heat.

He arrived late upon the flowering cacti,
falsely imbued with the silver spoon,
sipping expected pleasures for the taking.

Still…

Nightmares lit up his night
with childhood signposts: "Don't Touch,"
teen signposts: "Grow Up,"
young adult signposts: "Danger Ahead,"
adult signposts: "Beware."

So many identified warnings.
Who?
What?
Eyes open?
Eyes closed?

Ignoring “everything is what it is.”

The all of it was…

He was a good kid.
Ate his veggies.
Earned his merit badges.
Made Valedictorian.
Married the Prom Queen.
Turned down scholarships.

After all…

Carnal joys beckoned,

some slipped,

some missed,

dreams of fame’s privileges evaporating?

Never…

Go-for…

Yes!
Assistant to the 1^st Assistant
Yes!
Learn the moves.
Make the moves.
Deal out the moves.

Make it to…

Glittering red carpets.
Prom Queen long gone.
Lanky, leggy trophies on each arm

Arrived!

Launched!

Oops!

What the fuck!!

"Sharp Curve Ahead!"

Self-absorbed delusion speeds forth into…

“Where the hell are the signposts?”