Structures of Want – photo + poem

In the tower of greed you keep the cash
but you die of the thirst that brought you there.

In the dome of excellence, you become extreme,
are one with your passion, but miss the four seasons.

In the skyscraper of villainy you con the just,
but drown in the river of oblivion, belly up.

In the villa of success you touch your dream,
but seep on nails, and mock your soul

In the mansion of desire, you get it all.
But it’s really only odds and ends, only broken dreams

In the fort of hope, you slap yourself clean, you hunker in.
Fortified, protected and saved from your delusions of grandeur!