Faceless Desires
A glittering fire
As I lumber
Padded, hidden
Heavy with glorious light
Endless pockets
Bulging, overflowing
Yet sown up tight
Glittering memorial dust
Lines my veins
It trickles out of
Every pore and orifice unseen
Filtering through
Bulbous sacks of collecting truths
Expansive hollows
Filled with shimmering strife
The shine attracts
The swiftly flicking wrist
Of a cut-purse
Seeking unearned riches
An easy life
The golden allure
Burying those
Whose footing’s unsure
Pelted with suffocating sorrows
The very same I’ve been
Synthesizing with efficiency
Spilling, in a tinkling torrent
Multiplying, expanding, and inflating
Like a caustic foamy disease of wanting
Metallic glint overwhelming
Tired eyes
There's no glory
In stealing the shine off
Someone else’s vibrant mind
They call it the “Midas Touch”
For there's no gift of alchemy
No mortal man can
Change lead to gold
To magically transform
Is to stand
Forever a statue in remembrance
To intentional ignorance in
The face of tribute
Every time
Staring into the faceless
Golden eyes of
Desire
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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