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
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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