He wanted notoriety.
With keys.
to create doors for himself
to shine and outshine
A new name, even
for the world to remember.
He wants and wants.

But fame is a brittle mistress.
Walk on her on tenterhooks
shattered champagne glass flute
she cuts and cuts him out,
her eye slides on to someone else,
he is desperate
to keep her.
He wants and wants.

There are many answers.
Gold dust, whiskey
drown in his sorrows
despair in his liquid bed
and the echo chamber
of his empty home.
He wants and wants.