Solipcisto Calypso

He auditions constantly, believing

talent scouts are on the prowl for him.

He won't be disabused of the notion

that he is wanted everywhere 

he prepares to be discovered by 

invisible explorers seeking 

greatness exhibiting taste, refined 

as polished silver on the tables 

of royalty awaiting his entrance. 

In his mind, he belongs in full 

regalia, ready to be captured 

on film like a peacock always seen, 

despite wind, even rain, the relentless 

rain, shielding us from ourselves.