Heartbreak Incapable
He had a way with words. What a
creative genius of renown. The world
was starstruck but to be graced by
his presence, wobbly knees, anxious
titters, swooning, the incessant blind
ing flashes of paparazzi and driven fans.
And the stalkers. He had infamous
encounters with obsessed zealots.
One climbed through his window at two
in the morning with an ax that, word has
it, left scars. The posthumous biopic re
vealed him to be a miserable man; bitter,
contemptuous, devoid of heart and soul.
A complete waste, a ruse, a real nobody.
