and the walls are plastered with posters;
Literary Gods are praised through lamenated sheets of colours-
do you think they really had this in mind?
Isn’t this all just publicity?
It’s really quite the Catch 22;
written for reasons to avoid the unnatural media,
yet destined to become its largest part.
We’re like the Invisible Man (as Ellison would say),
cooped up for One Hundred Years of Solitude
…maybe I dislike because Mrs Dalloway has become too common.
We have some Catch(es) from Salinger and worlds from mescalin fiends,
greatness dawns down from American gangsters in the 20s – Daisy was a floozy.
As Things Fall Apart, I sit and listen to the Mockingbird tweet,
and than I look across them parallel and see;
Twilight.
A Day in the Life of a Sociopath 