his jowls quivered
as he clutched the glass
brought it up
shakily
to his rage whitened lips

“as an adaptation…”

i turn away
unable
unwilling
to hear the lies
rotely memorized
yet false things
like maggots
writhing
on an old log

“but, as a movie…”

the madness
fades to a soft glow
of enraptured joy
as he speaks

“duncan agrees…”

i feel my eyes roll
snapping
so hard
i fear i may have gone
blind
he still chatters
mindlessly
denying
defying
defending
denouncing

but i can hear
the projector
the film slapping
the metal can
as dark tower plays
on repeat
behind his fevered eyes

his jowls
quiver
as spittle flies
in sprays of
self denial
and
outright lies

patrick and i
can only sit sadly
knowing this storm
will batter us
at every opportunity
yet we man
the lighthouse
shining
on the light
in his insane deceit

Chris is a great friend. A great writer. A goddamned liar. PC and I have put up with his lies and abuse too long. We love you Chris. You love Dark Tower. It’s a classic case of denial not just being a river in Egypt. We are Cerberus. World Domination is at hand.