Such detail
as if the author knew firsthand those places practised in his script and characters ripped from his pen.
I knew him when back in the day he dared speak words we could not say,
a rebel, trouble on the trot,
I got respect for such as he who doesn't care for what should be, but what things are and details such as this which may be details taken just a bit too far are good for me.

Publicity,
he scrambles words and in the news they spoon his hard boiled offered views with a little pinch of salt, that's their fault, he is quite clear and that is clear, the judgement of his day draws near.

Such detail,
memory recalls
drunken falls and drunken songs
did he know before that what his words were working for was absolution?

Do your worst then Magdelene amid the madness of Bethlehem,
we'll not see the like of him again
unless
we stand on
Everest.