In Redhawk's 90 new poems, his unrelenting voice is honest, unapologetic and exhilarating. Whether he is telling a funny story or indicting Western civilization, Redhawk lays bare the pain and ecstasy of the human condition. Admirers of his three previous collections will be further moved by this new book, and newcomers will find a voice that speaks to each soul.

Getting Famous

Young men and women do not be fooled

by the dealers in dreams.

They would have you believe

that if only your work gets seen

by the right person, somehow

fame will shower you.

It's a trick, a con; everyone

is drowning, no one is special, no one

knows how the Light works or

why it is suddenly on them.

Give no thought to fame,

you are being taken in by lies,

seduced by the promise of order

just beneath the surface and

if you just make the right moves then

you will fit in, you will be

one of them

who is loved by the millions.

There is no love in fame;

it drains you dry and then it

spits your carcass into a ditch.

There is no order to fame, it is

chaos, 3 people waiting for a bus

and a car out of control

strikes the middle one.

You can't outsmart it. If it wants you

it will find you wherever you are

and if it doesn't then

even if you step in front of it, still

it will strike the person in the middle and leave you standing there

waiting for the bus.