The Rockstar

Is doing one of his shows
at some actor’s party.
Wired by the hollering
and disgust, he scales down
the actor to a bloodied lump.
A girl asks him to leave–
he laughs.

And he also sees himself
in ten years, following
the puppet comedian
at one of those bars,
zipping-up a leather jacket
to hide his bloated self, pushing
beer through his throat
before singing the classics.