harvey

Listen

That interview that catches you off-guard

You know

That one after a family dining outing

Or that one on your bad day

Or maybe it's the day your loved one is sick

Or maybe it's coming in that year

In which life kicks your ass?

Yes, your day is coming

And there will be no smug review

No bootleg entourage laughing in the background

As your life in unveiled before the audience

The audience that sits grim-visaged

Disappointed

Thinking, "What a waste of talent..."

A man with a vision

Blinded by his own hubris...

That equal to Oedipus, Gatsby, Grendel...

All of them tragic, all of them combined

But at least they were

Heroes

What did you do but divide?

And tear people down?

And obscure the truth?

You paint with such a dark light

Even when there is always Light

But you are no Goya

You are a con-artist

A quack, a charlatan

"Better to be remembered than not

remembered at all?"

Is that what you tell yourself?

So what are you going to say

When Peter sticks the camera in your face?