Is Anyone Listening

A piece about fame.

Their have always been images associated with applause. 

You hear a roar, accept the fact that fame 

Crossed the lampshade of reality, 

The bulb beaming in white teeth, 

A cloth set apart from the rest of the crowd, 

Hearing his or her words I know to not listen at all. 

What did he or she say? 

Was there any thunder? 

It didn't matter. 

Fame makes it own storm.