Art has no expression without
precious pain...
unsound as it may be
demented anguish
serves as universal glue
tethering flesh
to mortality
Smiles of labor ensue
the broken water
blessing the first pain
of humanity
The esplanade to Eros
disbands Libertine fools
drifting away at 60 mph
sucking on fish stories
in denial of the homeostasis
and digital truth
Liars heap rain sticks
upon the burning stones
of wisdom's fire
pain lives in the darkness
before their very eyes
Master artists appreciate
razor cut skies
commanding nocturnal winds
to senselessly beat
the nettles of fortune
The ridged swarm in worship
to the clap-trap of defeat
rather than embrace
the pain of change
