He was accused by literature  --  fiction others called it: How can anyone waste their 

time with fiction?  --  accused by Gaddis Sandburg Jeffers Miller Lautréamont and Sade

of distractions and sifting time idle in his hands

of avoiding his talent

theyd be happy to step up for him

if he would kindly lay in their mouldy clothes and meat rot

theyd be back  of course  when theyd finished

fuckin liars

theyd no more be back than hed lay in their graves or swap places with Christ for His

Resurrection

rolling the stone from the opening to his tomb

--   Gentlemen  gentlemen  And I use the term loosely

Christ took offense 

Youve had yours and now I Have mine

So quit pointing your fingers and disparaging my words

                                                                       

You cant see them  I know your eyes have rotted out

  

So whoever youre listening to

youre badly informed

 

They couldnt afford to shrug

to refute him

nor say anything

because their jaws became unhinged when their coffins unceremoniously  unexpectedly

banged home at the hard uneven earth at the bottom of their graves

there may have been some acknowledgment  in their hands

an eversoslight distension of their palms

but since he wasnt looking

refused to look

he wouldnt have seen that

No

                            

his eyes were occupied by other things

who worked themselves around and around like hot rivets and mad rollercoasters

defying tracks and gravity

his eyes dreamed

and he could only try to keep up

distractions and idle times were only his breathers

He thought theyd get it

and maybe they did

maybe they were only playing a gambit in hopes that some unfortunate sod might agree

and grab ahold

To Be Notorious

seeking it on his own terms

he had already defied a god

a bristlingwhite ethereal god   mobbed in a blue purple and black aura

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