Fists clenching thunder
Bitten between knuckles of wracked
anger wrists cuffed
drenched with paint cupped
in impaled net of
streaked torrents
worn ungentle downed ragged
the fallen hiss
of ink webbing streams upon aging distraction
cursed the flight grip of seething clouds
ripped unable to staunch the
crack of lightning that burning the soul of fingers'
gauging splinter
pours the flood sharks
to drown every pitted
scrape of every learned fate
that darken every wrinkled
age and falsehood upon which it is staged.
Or like chipped scarred bronze bust
that bleeds when lost and left
in a garage of repo man
unfamiliar with the hands that plunder
in the cruelty of every sculptor
that clings half-glued to the fevered sweat
of every paw print
that jaggers creeping across the splintered linen
is a worthless blade
deepened into a wound craven of pain
discarded orphan guide to the far
reaches greedily
melted down for the currency stain
not the name of its creator
then vaulted
then pawned
for a ransom of knavery
with the silence
of the pen and the
bloated friction careless
with impunity towards the
inhuman calculation
and the frozen screen