sudden fiction

he’s a dictionary masturbator
his words come hot and fast
his mind at half-mast
he steps up to the podium
he speaks
they listen
he doesn’t
he dispenses his wisdom
like a doctor’s prescription
waiting on the arrival of god
for vindication
his beliefs as thin as a wafer

he’s a two fisted gun toting
disciple of his own making
he’s the master of OM
a stroker of mantra
sending forth a bouquet of words
no one but he can understand
wanting to leave the audience
like a bitch in heat
mind bending words stretching
tight like a noose worn around
the neck of a condemned man