Tuesday, February 14, 2012

of all the greatest, love

will feed you
a ready steady diet
of pop martyrs –
they’re better than burned out;
forget about the fadeaway.
They shall suffer first
in the public eye
and make us share
the pain.
The artist may be gone
but the business
beats on.

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