he writes as other writer's only dream of writing
in such brilliantly defying detail
but one must wonder
what drives his mind to run such a gambit of gore
he makes love seem like an embittered agony
yet he himself is happily settled down and married
with children
hence the great writer only gets the occasional chance
to scream out from behind the happy day to day
domesticity
he touches upon the undeniable humanity in all of man
yet the darker sores he places in our reading minds
can not so easily be ignored
he lives to be deceiving you see
and enjoys making us feel as if he doesn't really care
but he does
greatly, deeply and with such passion and unshakable
honesty
he's faithful to his public
I shamelessly live to read his next text of
unconscionable horrors
as it is a numbing drug for us dark side addicts
as to me
well its poetry
but on a much more fleshy fear dripping level
I've said this before
but he's likely never heard
his fiction's subconscious terrorizing of the
common soul inspires me to climb in myself
such walls of fallible greatness
I'm most happy to claim that the twentieth
century in part shall be remembered by many
as the parent century of famed novelist
Stephen King
come my horrified children
stand up and applaud...................
(June 30, 1998)