alchemist that kicks down rip sounds more than full metal
rearranged upon a table, periodic elemental
unstable and dissentful, rupture symbols, crush the lentil
set up a lodge, layered canvas, but he picked apart the tent pole
sentimental tragic, freak and shout ecstatic, peel out a bit of magic
and scrap the rubber off the tracks
burnt up tight inhaled fumes, turning lights and breaking wombs
vision fights and shakes the tomb saying, "this is all an act"
all the worlds a stage, between a showman and a sage
a shaman and the rage against the dying of the facts
linger bitter kept around spider strings a woven gown
ripped on nails tore it down, the slit reveals her back
at least the small of it, not all of it
she only touched the polished bits
betrayed the rings around her eyes she got while staring through the cracks
ink from the sharpie which held the scent of harpies
the sirens and the art piece
he could only hang with tacks

and she dreamed, that her children would stop fighting
it might seem apparent sibling rivals striking
body screams for the cannons they were lighting
silver screen war theater’s enticing
and she dreamed

vicissitude limerence buckets of crabs choke
clawing at escape artists, retelling a bad joke
wishing food, deliverance, battling dashed hopes
she's humming, her vision rips the hull of a crashed boat

last note she ever plucked string on a cracked bow
slit quiver fingers flipping birds at the bashful
feather flights bring her to the booty the map shows
treasures dotted lines an X attaching his crass soul

wired nets sinew broken flesh on a dance pole
rallying the sun to speak the secret the mask knows

challenging a tongue to bleed when it should ask ghosts
talent beaming underlings breathing in black soap

key across painted dreams, scratching a trash vote

free frost sainted schemes, nervous spine of the rat broke

compass needle lost the wheel, purpose bent every last spoke
observe absurdest artists musing prophets who laugh most


and he laughs while the children sharpen sticks
a golden calf the figure head that guides the ship
is split in half break the idle hands lay bricks
plunge the staff into the clay and then he quips

silly games all end the same this is how we sift

loose noose prison comedy up at the gallows
interrupted breaking news alerts the symphony of shadows
mad hope, dim light, create with vandals
channeling the corpse of your long awaited bride
take her hand with hopes she understood that you tried

shaman song with m&m mini cans for rattles
drum; subtle snare, loose leaf stretched over wood panels
inner battles couldn't handle being penned with cattle
prod the cracked and broken leather sole of my left sandal
wax drops on my toes, forgot about the candle

vigils don't seem to mean quite what they used to
she wants me to explain can only say that I'm confused too