But Stew, so far, found ‘God’ a trendy inconvenience.
In this respect, our non-believer was as gullible
As a follower of / subscriber to some insurance-
Policy, whether of distant papal indulgences
Guaranteeing passage through Paradise’s narrow gates
Or of Bible-bound redemption-tithes as tax-exemptions.
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Stew couldn't couldn’t see that a denial of divinity
Might be a denial of all creativity too,
Including his own, and Creativity was a much
Touted club he needed to belong to, since he couldn’t
Belong to any other, except this or that beehive
Of drones, queens and other lotus eaters
*
And those buzz-cages of pleasure-seekers were beginning
To disgruntle him, even as he gulped down their cheap beer
Or was grinding up against and into some drunk girl’s flesh
*
But he didn't let his beer-sex nights disturb his ‘day-job’
- A term he liked, as it proved him a Suffering Artist
Making compromises in the service of his Real Art.
But for Real Art’s sake too, one day he would (have enough cash
To) walk away from APT’s D&G computers for good
- For good but for what good he couldn’t yet quite imagine,
Although sometimes – flicking through some glossy magazine he
Had helped illustrate; or wandering through an Ikea maze
Seeking a particular energy-saving light bulb
(from *fatima solagua arterra’s nudes* by Brian Chan, 2015)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 